relatable
And I do not want more doors—I want to walk through one without looking back. I want to love something long enough to feel it love me in return. I want to lay foundations on imperfect soil and call it home anyway.
But I have lost myself in a million other people. I’m no longer fluent in my own language. I’ve consumed so many dreams that weren’t... See more
But I have lost myself in a million other people. I’m no longer fluent in my own language. I’ve consumed so many dreams that weren’t... See more
amber. • the hunger to be everything.
there’s a specific kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from doing too much, but from thinking too much while doing very little.
milk and cookies • a guide to emotional hygiene for overthinkers
I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
-Tolkien
The project I'm doing is basically turning myself into a certain type of person who is able to have these thoughts. The essays are kind of just exhaust from the project. The work is growing emotionally and intellectually in such a way, and just going out into the world, talking to people, reading, looking at things, and becoming the kind of mind
... See moreThat day, I realized I don’t want my friend—or anyone—to apologize for being away from their phone again. I don’t want someone to feel bad if the social load is overwhelming, or if I am currently one long-distance relationship too many. I have other friends who can love me in the interim.
What People Deserve
While adapting to living here might sound pessimistic and resigned, I found talking about it deeply up-lifting. This is partly the subtle therapy of acknowledging the truths that hide in plain sight, though also because despite the insecurity that living here entails; it ’s an altogether more humane place to inhabit. It’s where we recognise our... See more