I wish I were a better advocate for myself and others, but whenever I want to fear kicks in and I make myself really small and don’t say a word. I also forget everything I know. It doesn’t match all the anger and protectiveness that’s happening on the inside. (Childhood trauma is a bitch and a half)

just stumbled on a real jaw-dropper of a line in an essay -- “The corollary of being interested in a great range of things is to have sympathy with a great range of outlooks” -- and that, my friends, is why reading is so important.

Some people hit the gym. The gym hits me. Intentionally and violently. Especially because the only time my friend and I can go together is at 5:30. (Help)

If you aren’t romanticizing the shit out of your life, wtf are you even doing?

We are ultimately slaves to our own perceptions. Reality is a lot crazier than most people would like to think, so why not create an enjoyable perception of reality for yourself? Do good, have fun, pet cats.