maybe all the stress and never really being at home anywhere and my best friends leaving, among other things (yes, other things! damn them other things), is weighing on me more heavily than i thought
i miss them so much
maybe i should give myself more credit for having made it this far
a change of scenery. it unclouds your head for a while. you try new things, move your belongings into a new room, enjoy the new amenities and little luxuries. but then your thoughts slowly creep back into your brain, slowly but inevitably. you can’t shake your shadow, you know. turn around and confront it instead…
i feel like i need to stand on top of a mountain letting myself feel and unfeel letting anything and everything knock me down and pick me up again. a giant wave, not the romanticized kind. play with me dance with me fucking make me feel
space too confined, i need room to breathe breathe breathe
fuckyeahmirandajuly:
Miranda July by Nicholas Haggard wearing Hansel from Basel socks
standing in a meadow whistling with a blade of grass
don’t depend on others too much. for their validation, their opinions, their views…
depend on yourself only. you’re in complete control… and while you certainly can’t control all things, at least you can control the way you choose to handle them.
and now i choose not to be bothered by the feeling that i’m being put to the test (by the universe? by myself? who knows), but rather accept this as a challenge and try to learn from it in the process.
feels good to have reached a certain level of self-reflection and actually making use of it.
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