You deserve to keep searching for things that bring you joy. You deserve to be in a community that embraces you as you are. You are supposed to be part of society, and you are more valuable than what purpose you have, what your usefulness is.
there is no aging out of having fun. there is no expiration date for joy. if you see someone freely and unabashedly expressing themself in a way that is ultimately harmless, and you balk because you think that person should have "grown out" of whatever it is that's bringing them happiness by now: you have GOT to start asking yourself questions. where did you learn to treat enjoyment the way a grocery store treats blemished fruit, sooner sent to the landfill than the malnourished? who benefits from the narrative that aging and spiritual suppression go hand in hand? and what harmless amusements, dear neighbor, are you telling yourself that you're not allowed to indulge anymore, for fear of scalding judgment by so many shame-filled strangers who don't even know your name?
“It’s never too late to start over. If you weren’t happy with yesterday, try something different today. Don’t stay stuck. Do better.”
— Andy Wootea
Normalize not feeling bad for distancing yourself from anyone who did not feel bad for hurting you.
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reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
Honestly? Shoutout to those of you who are completely fucking lost in life. Those who don’t know what they want to do with life. Those who are stuck in a certain part of life and can’t get out. Those who are reaching for dreams they feel are impossible to reach. Those who feel like they’re accomplishments are being overlooked. Those who feel like their enough just isn’t enough. It is. You can make it. You will make it. There is an opening at the end of the tunnel.