there’s so much intimacy in understanding. Someone who doesn’t understand you is not going to know how to love you because they don’t know who you are.
My body isn’t a temple, it’s a traphouse
Have you been asked , ‘who are you?’ And you just freeze up, not knowing the one question you should definitely know. The one question that you should be able to write essays about, you just can’t answer. In that moment you’re faced with the reality that you’ve been living with a stranger, just floating around life. Isn’t it scary to just know your name and some basic physical features that the world can all see on their own, its scary, its fucking scary.
And here I am to do the same to you, so tell me ‘who are you’
conversations in a parked car be intense as fuck.
*listens to an album for the first time and enters a new era in my life*
My worst fear is being stuck.
Being stuck in a place that isn’t comfortable, or that bores me, being stuck with people that I don’t care for, being stuck doing a job I can’t stand.
"the holy trinity: beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart.