I always am about to go to sleep at a beautiful 11pm and then something happens to me
being in your early 20s is crazy bc there’s people who are literally married and people who’ve never even dated and people who are trapped in their childhood bedrooms waiting to get out and people who are trying to live out romanticized dream lives and people who are completely on their own and people with multi tiered support systems and we’re all supposedly peers and none of us think we’re doing it right at all
the hardest thing is when ur going through something terrible there is an awful middle phase of it when u don’t know if u can get through it or if you’ll ever be okay again and the truth is always you will get through it and you will absolutely be okay again but u just cant see it at the time
i have this condition where if i go to a bookstore with someone i have to point out every book ive read and tell them my opinion of it. it’s fatal.









![[ID: I’ve been thinking about love again / Those who live to have it and / those who live to give it. / Of course there are those for whom both are true, / but never in the same measure. / Those who have it to give are / like cardinals in the snow. So easy / and beautifully lit. Some / are rabbits. Hard to see / except for those who would prey upon them: / all that softness and quaking and blood. / Those who want it / cannot be satisfied. Eagle-eyed and with such talons, / any furred thing will do. So easy / to rip out a heart when it is throbbing so hard. / I wander out into the winter. / I know what I am.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ae3a146f196ab0b89597a676e684e966/63d18427d6709d04-f4/s1280x1920/270ee5c3f52d87cd4ca28ec8cf93ab9a0d93e99d.jpg)








