i think if there’s one thing that we often times forget is that: being kind is a matter of choice. yes, we all get torn between doing what is convenient and what is right. yes, i get tired of giving my hand to the people in need sometimes. yes, we all doubt the goodness in us sometimes. yes, being kind feels exhausting at times. but trust me, it happens to everyone and that’s okay. the only thing that matters is what you choose. and i hope you will always choose kindness- choose kindness not only for your neighbors but also for yourself.
no shame in doing the same thing over and over if it makes you happy! go and read that book again, listen to that song for the 10000th time, watch that movie over and over. it’s your life babey!
Same
that fucking part
Therapist: I see sadness in your eyes
Me: that my sharingan
whatever you do, keep making art. write in clichés. paint in colours that are too bright. speak in poetry. sketch everything. allow yourself to make mistakes. grow. hold tight to it when everything goes wrong - whatever else happens, you’ll always have the art.
the mood for this month
You don’t have to fake orgasm to help your partner’s ego. The guy I lost my virginity to wrote a play about the experience, and the character based on me gave a monologue about how she regretted sleeping with him because no one else would ever be that good. So, yeah. Just tell him you didn’t cum.
Im sorry he wrote a fucking what
*does nothing for 3 days straight* today is a “me” day, i deserve it, i need to relax
[doesn’t sleep, is tired]
[sleeps a bit, is tired]
[sleeps average amount, is tired]
[sleeps a lot, is tired]
[is tired]
*panics but in a super chill & casual way*
That relatable (older) Gen Z memory: when all the projectors and white boards got replaced by Smart Boards™ around like fifth grade and none of the teachers knew how to use them but they Had To Use them otherwise the school just wasted a bunch of money and it was a rlly weird transition
third base is when you both discuss your emotional trauma with one another