someone in or around my apartment complex is playing shitty music
like, literally playing. some sort of wind (?) instrument. yesterday it was a shitty version of “greensleeves” while i was napping (thought it was in my dream but now i realize it’s IRL). today, i don’t even know what it is (besides pissing me off) but it’s still not good. i appreciate that you’re trying, neighbor person, and i know practice is the only way to improve, but omg whyyyyyy?
galaxies inside your head.
Stop letting people
you cannot shine."
"But your best friend is still your best friend. Even from half a world away. Distance can’t sever that connection. Best friends are the kind of people who can survive anything. And when best friends see each other again, after being separated by half a world and more miles than you think you can bear, you pick up right where you left off. After all, that’s what best friends do."
"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
"You don’t need to explain your dreams. They belong to you."