cry in your room, on the bathroom floor, in an empty parking lot, in a crowded parking lot, in the shower, on a park bench. let it all out. you are allowed to be vulnerable.
I love plushies. The fact that humans will packbond with objects made of fluffing, fabric, and cotton, all because it is made to look like a silly little guy, is like the peak of human design.
I just wanna focus on being a full human being. The plague of comparison is so insane and can play out so quietly. The reality of idolising things or making them seem out of reach is genuinely the most insane thing in the world, like this has never led to anything besides disappointment. There is nothing outside of your experience that is better than what you have. Ever. Someone else’s joy isn’t more joyus than yours. I am full and looking no where else
