Notes

Feed of my notes.

universe wants to express itself through us, we just have to be open to it

pain is a window to your body

pain is a tool

this older lady behind the counter sincerely thanked me for not yelling at her when she couldnā€™t ļ¬gure out how to handle my request. it brought tears to my eyes — is that the default? just yell at others? sad.

we traded friendships for contacts, communities for networks.

fuck LinkedIn. it makes me sick to see their proļ¬les with their stupid little buttoned-up proļ¬le pictures, bragging about how they were good boys making money for the big man.

it pisses me off even more because, despite wanting to throw up at this, thereā€™s still a little part of me that says — should you be a good boy yourself? make some money for them so you can, idk, have a place to live and food to eat. and if youā€™re good, you might even get a week off to try living for a change. nice.

fuck this shit. is there no other way?

what do you wanna be when you grow up — the exploited or the exploiter?

i can feel your heartbeat while youā€™re kissing someone elseā€¦

sometimes i wake up from a dream i hardly remember, but iā€™m sure you were there. my memory often takes me back to those days that were not special in any particular way. but those were the best, the ones we remember the least. there are some things i will never understand, but i need to ļ¬nd peace with knowing so. how does one fall out of love? was it never there, and it just takes time to realize? i am slowly forgetting the names of places we used to go. not only the names, but the places themselves. is life like this? your attention creates a world with ļ¬rm boundaries, so you canā€™t see anything else, but once you put your attention elsewhere, the previous world starts to vanish?

people donā€™t want whatā€™s healthy; they want whatā€™s familiar

sorrow-suckinā€™ forehead kiss

sunburnt and unkissed

want is measured in sacriļ¬ce