You deserve a healthy love with someone who hears you, sees you, understands you, appreciates you, supports you, and loves you. Someone who is patient, communicates clearly, and creates a calm safe space to heal, grow, and bloom together. A love you never have to heal from.

Invest in your mental health, food, exercise, sleep/relaxation, healing. It’ll be hard but it’ll pay dividends for the rest of your life.

Later on, one begins to discover, with great pain, and very much against one’s will, that whatever it is you want, what you want, at bottom, must be to become yourself: there is nothing else to want.

“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”— Franz Kafka

The ugliest, loneliest, most disheartening moments are gifts that, if you’re soft enough, whisper possibilities in your ear: You have more to offer. Set your sites higher. Reach deeper. Give more love to yourself and the world. This ugly moment might just be your biggest break.

Fuck embodying a physical form.  

I work so much better as a bed of moss, a tingle on the lips, a spoonful of idea, a season of rain.  

There are too many ways to be seen, when I know I was only meant to be a feeling.