𝟪𝟪 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋-𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖽𝖽-𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗒, 𝖥𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗎, 𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗈’𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝗂𝗒𝗈𝗄𝗈 𝖨𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋. (x)

‘𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑢𝑘𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑡’ (2011)

things you can do despite your sense of guilt

- go for a walk even if you think you don’t deserve it

- have a snack even if you think you don’t deserve it

- take a break from studying even if you think you don’t deserve it

- reach out to someone even if you think you don’t deserve it

- demand, have needs and wants even if you think you don’t deserve it

- make it through the day even if you think you don’t deserve it

- feel mentally exhausted albeit seeming physically fine

- feel the sense of abandonment despite the company of those around you

- go to bed early despite not having done much according to your mental routine

- let out a deep breath even if you think you weren’t holding one back

the inherent intimacy in dying of laughter together

the goal is to fall in love with life

Tell me that you’re proud of me, stroke my hair, hold me while I fall asleep

SOME TINE-WAT MOMENTS ●'◡'●

gentle growth is still growth, slow growth is still growth, fast growth is still growth, steady growth is still growth, messy growth is still growth. It’s as simple as that :), growth isn’t linear <3

I think the human condition is just finding magic in the compositions of people's mundanity. Knowing they love strawberry perfumes and aloe moisturizers, knowing their favourite ice-cream flavours and the song they can sing in their sleep, gosh knowing their sleep schedules and sharing dreams during breakfast. Knowing the motifs of their grief and the childhood stories behind the swings, the joy of knowing how they completed their day with 15 math problems, one incomplete art assignment, a sandwich for breakfast, a kind smile of a stranger who passed them, and not to mention dropping their phone 5 times. The inherent comfort in knowing the stories inside their kitchen, where the glasses are kept with their favorite mug adorning a Studio Ghilbi character and why they eat noodles in a dented red bowl. Their heat/cold tolerance, their spice tolerance, coffee orders and their favourite snack aisle at the grocery store. The art accounts they follow and their comfort youtube videos and their unhinged coping mechanisms. Oh the mortifying ordeal to be known but oh the gratifying relief in being known. Comfort lies in these compositions of mundanity. I think love hides in mundanity and I think magic is just being human, just being unfiltered like toothpaste stains pajamas, just being in the presence of each other

your energy is sacred (-> https://lnk.to/beaming)