What A Strange Thing It Is To Have Your Heart In One Place And Your Body In Another

If the function got dab pen, Björk, and personality quizzes I’ll be there

"omg you'll post 'i need him' on the most average men" "she's mid" most of us are average and it's good that we can find beauty and desire in average people

from “an inevitable entry”

I hate Christmas

“there is nothing here please go away”

David Lynch

Love isn’t missed calls and sore wrists

Love isn’t encouraging me to deprive myself of life

Love isn’t making empty promises

Love isn’t making me feel disposable

Love is my boyfriend listening and making me feel heard even when he doesn’t know what to say

Love is my boyfriend being open to communication no matter how difficult the conversation is

Love is my boyfriend rushing to hold me when I cried about missing my mom

Love is napping in the warm Colorado sun together

And love is staying up late to play Halo and eat Pop-Tarts

Love is making me feel loved without having to ask for it

Love is so gentle when you come across the right person

I hate almost everything about myself I just wish I was normal I don’t want to be seen I don’t want to talk I don’t want to feel weak anymore. I don’t want to be pitied I don’t want sympathy I just want to be free. I just want to feel okay

hate to break it to you but if it keeps you up at night it still hurts no matter how hard you try to swallow it

“Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops”

— Charles Bukowski

a belief i hold with fervor is that there is no collective “best” of anything, it’s all objective.

obviously some things can be measured by their success, or efficiency, or attraction, but the idea of greatness, or first place, is completely objective. everyone will hold different things to different standards.

i say all of this because i think most people who love believe that their love interests are the most divine humans on the planet, and i don’t think they’re wrong.

i think a bunch of people can be the most divine people on the planet if they’re just considered the “most” divine by one person, because love has no rules and we’re all in our own conscience anyway.

moral of the story is that everything and everyone is uniquely significant and loved among every individual and i think that’s beautiful, and if something is “the best” to you then it just is the best. because it’s you, and your life type shit