Utterly Obsessed or Completely Uninterested.Fuck, I don't know. Live and Let Live, you know?
Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.
why do you care if people have tattoos and piercings or if people don’t wanna shave their legs or who people wanna fuck with
literally why do you care what someone else does with their own body if they’re not hurting anyone
it doesn’t affect you and there are a lot better things for you to actually give a fuck about
y’all got to work on your fucks budget, spend your fucks more wisely
ration all y’alls fucks
This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to figure it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.
I wish I could write more and not feel like such an idiot I wish I didn;t feel like I was taking the identities of others when I wrote from a perspective not my own I wish I could recognise not everything has to be a memoir I wish I could show not tell I wish I was less selfish I wish I was braver I wish I wish I wish oh my god these paragraphs end up in everything I write and it’s REALLY FUCKING EMBARRASSING EMBARRASSING EMBARRASSING and I need to delete a lot of files in case I die suddenly and these are left for people to read.
Dear god please don’t let me die before i’ve deleted stream of consciousness confessionals from all of my word documents.
Are you the SAT because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a 10 minute break halfway through for snacks, and then I can stare at you for like 10 minutes and think ‘wow, I hope I don’t ruin this.’
I don’t know much,
but I can tell you what “whole” looks like.
I’ve seen it stumble forward
with weary eyes and tired hands.
I will hand you a mirror
and tell you to look carefully.
Can you not hear the galaxies
beneath your skin?
They paint in whispers
that even oceans cannot grasp.
I know it took a hurricane and two floods,
but there is soil in your ribcage;
your scars told me so.
Don’t mind them though,
they’re just reminders
that you love harder than anyone else.
I know you might feel hollow,
but there is a reason your heart
has lofted ceilings.
Never forget how you fought
for all that space.
These gray skies inside your lungs
are simply a canvas,
and you rain so beautifully.
you rain so beautifully.