my life can be most accurately described by the sound a wet sponge makes when you throw it on the floor
you ever sit on a bus and suddenly get filled with an enormous tenderness towards everyone else on it
we are all just animals turning our heads towards each other and looking away when the other person catches our eye. sniffing the air when someone gets off the bus and leaves the scent of perfume behind. doing silly faces and making the baby who’s being held by her tired mother smile. smiling at the girl who’s got her hair cut short like yours, then you both looking back at your phones again, then randomly remembering her eyebrow piercing again in three years when you’re sitting on a different bus in a different city. we’re all planning on what kind of dinner we’re going to make once we get home and thinking of our dogs and looking at each others clothes and wondering what kind of lives the people around us live and then we thank the driver and get off the bus and never see each other again. but this is somehow a very sweet thought to me at the moment
i can’t stress how important it is to know who you are as a person because people will literally try to project their insecurities + preconceived notions onto you.
Folks with this whole "you're old once you hit 25" mentality are just buying into a repackaged "you need to have your life figured out by 18 and if you're not successful by 22 you're a failure" load of shit. Like....bruh, life doesn't end at 25. Idk how to tell you that the time limit you're silently imposing on yourself and your peers is largely responsible for your dissatisfaction with your life. Stop living your life like happiness has an expiration date. It doesn't.
facts, ladies & gentlemen
[Image ID: A drawing in black-and-white. It shows a small bear-like creature with four speech bubbles. In each speech bubble there is one sentence. They say, respectively, “I am enough”, “I am loved”, “i’m a good person”, and “I deserve happiness”. Stars are scattered around the drawing. /End ID]
