in desperate need of singing lorde’s supercut at the top of my lungs

Confusion is the engine of my writing.

missing the thrill of crushing on someone, not knowing if they even notice me, summoning the courage to make a move, and experiencing the sweet sensation of discovering that the crush was mutual

i’m no longer afraid of my half-baked thoughts. the “i have nothing to write about, nothing to say” was mostly a disguise for uncertainty in my own opinions.

when we say things like “i will love you forever” or “i will never leave you,” it’s not really about how much we can actually promise that, because none of it can be guaranteed. it’s more about believing in it at that particular moment.

entering rebuilding phase

That’s just the fucking human experience.

when building a community, the first step is friendship; tools come later.

trying to bind together a group of strangers with complex tools rarely works.

kissing is a prayer between lovers

design until everything you love is connected