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I made a promise on 11/1/23 to love myself again
Wow it’s been ages. Like over 10 years
It’s kind of crazy how much has changed
I’m 30 now
I lived through a global pandemic
I can’t afford to buy a house
I don’t have a kid yet
That’s what people expect of me
But that’s not how things are anymore these days
I can tell you things I have done though
I finally started reading for pleasure again
I completed a masters degree simultaneously as the world shut down around me
I went to the plunges of hell and slowly
Slowly
Found my way back
To myself
I can feel it now, I feel alive again
Job uncertainty
Tumultuous relationship
Weight gain
Fight or flight
I’m so sick of this never ending autopilot
I will slowly take back control
Because time is fleeting
And life isn’t real
vampireapologist-archive-deacti:
Do you remember the grocery store, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon, and the Red Sox will be at Fenway; and the cafes will be putting tables on the sidewalk; and they’ll be cleaning out the boathouses on the Charles; and eating takeout from the Armenian grocery store. Do you remember the taste of takeout?
no sam….I can’t recall the taste of food trucks,
Reblogging because spring approaches again. February 2020 is when I started seriously planning regarding the plague, according to my Discord history. I don’t know what to expect from the coming months this year. I should definitely expect above-freezing temperatures and birdsong, but I don’t really. On some level I expect an eternal winter, or perhaps a transition straight from below freezing and bone dry to hotter-than-body-temperature and extreme humidity.
(via damn-funny)
“We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren’t going crazy, and someone out there knows exactly how we’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t.“”— Unknown
