When my words got stuck, my
professor always used to tell me
to start with this:
'I want to write about how.'
I want to write about how,
I want to write about how -
I want to write about how my
writing isn’t bringing anyone home
to me. As beautiful as it may be, it’s
hands and paper and a whole lot of
empty. And on the nights when it feels
like the framework of my chest sighs
under the heaviness of nothing and
everything in between, I only hope
that this isn’t what makes it
worth reading. I only hope that
I am someone worth believing in
past the semicolon of my sadness; I
only hope that there is someone sitting
in the ink of my next chapter, smiling,
knowing, this isn’t the end of my story,
knowing, I’m turning the page soon.
do you ever sit there and wonder what life must be like for people without anxiety
like they just
without worrying about them first
Anxiety is an excuse
I hope you walk barefoot on a world of legos for the rest of your life
The first time Tony Stark had an anxiety attack he thought he had been poisoned.
think about that
we’re halfway thru april, u know what tht means?
HOW DOES THIS MAKE ME LAUGH EVERY FUCKING YEAR!?
Fkdkskgoskhlskosofksbshajakak holy shit
look if you unironically say ‘money can’t buy happiness’ then either you’ve never faced a real financial struggle or you’ve achieved enlightenment, because goddamn does financial security feel an awful lot like happiness when it’s something you’re not used to
Saying “my friend” is just much easier than saying “this person I follow on tumblr” so you’re all my friends whether you like it or not okay
things you don’t point out about people:
- body hair in places you’re not used to it being???
- fat rolls/curves
- how much/how little they’re eating
- how skinny they are/what bones they can see because of how skinny they are
- How fat they are.
- If they have crooked or misaligned teeth maybe even yellowed
- If they sweat a lot
don’t do it