Sobbing In Public Again Fml

Sometimes, all we really need is to be heard without having to fight for it.

I brought up how I felt—disconnected, unsure, a little tired of carrying the weight of unspoken things. And for once, I wasn’t met with defensiveness or silence. I was met with understanding. With effort. With a gentle “let’s fix this.”

It reminded me that love shouldn’t feel like walking on eggshells. It shouldn’t leave you questioning your worth or your voice. Sometimes, the simplest conversations can feel like healing.

I’m learning that being heard without having to explain myself twice is a kind of love I didn’t know I needed. I don’t need perfect. I just need real.

smoked the type of weed that makes you accept that there will always be beauty and pain in everything, and the only thing you can do about it is welcome their co-existence

Hello, December.

I hope you are kind.

I don’t know if people actually read my posts anymore but I apologize to those who do

me when it’s Lowkey in my head

need to believe in the positive more fr

Värmland, Sweden (December 22, 2023).

i vividly remember the first time i listened to it. it was in sixth, or seventh grade and i was browsing youtube looking for music to fall asleep to, and i found a 3 hour loop of gymnopédie no. 1 with rain in the background and i fell asleep to it for months. when i first listened to it, it was like i was removed from my body, and put into the music. i felt so fluid, nothing existed outside of my headphones and the piano. it brought me peace in the most violent years of my life,and i cannot tell you how deeply i needed the sanctuary this song provided me. gymnopédie no. 1 will forever hold such a sacred place in my heart

anyway no one fucks with gymnopédie no. 1 like i do

“We never believe we’re beautiful, no matter how many times we hear it. We never believe it until someone says it in the right way.”

— Francine Prose

Who am I if I am not likable?