Growing Up Is An Endless Process Of Me Looking Back At Younger Versions Of Myself And Being Like….

im just someones weird sister

I don't do flings, I devote myself to someone for centuries in a vampire-esque way

i go to bed. i am consumed by overwhelming loneliness. i stare at the ceiling. i long for something i can’t name. i question if i’m real. i see a funny little meme on my phone and laugh hysterically for several minutes. i get too invested in an unrealistic fantasy. i pass out around three.

anything u lose comes around in another form & when u move more freely u realize that nothing is ever really a loss anyway

in the meantime: study, journal, read more books, sit in silence, listen to music, take walks, take the stairs, do more things alone, do more things with friends, take notice of the small wonders of the world, create a sacred space in your mind

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sunlight and moonlight.... liquid medicine for the soul.....