god it is exhausting to oscillate between “what’s the point in seeing anyone if everyone’s the same” and “dang we are all so different and I want to...
- “I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved”— oh god (via bl-ossomed)
I find nothing ominous in the decency of particular storytelling approaches now being on the table. For decades, it has been almost impossible to...”
- “Love your parents. We are so busy growing up, we often forget they are also growing old.”— (via poisontome)