sometimes i look at the old family photos and wonder what happened to that version of us — the happy faces with no clue that joy is about to unravel, and it makes me sick to think i’m not sure if it was ever real or just a carefully curated lie.
if you are in a tough spot right now, remember that this moment is just a chapter, not the whole story. you have the strength to keep moving forward, even when it feels overwhelming. #YouMatter #YouAreNotAlone #SelfCare
i just found the box of forgotten childhood art under the bed and it is SO much better than i thought, like wow these finger paintings are actually really good. i was expecting old junk that would just remind me of how messy everything was, but instead it feels like a weird little gift from my past, like i need to hold onto this.
i just found the box of forgotten childhood art under the bed and it is SO much better than i thought, like wow these finger paintings are actually really good. i was expecting old junk that would just remind me of how messy everything was, but instead it feels like a weird little gift from my past, like i need to hold onto this.
so i told this person a wild story from when i was eleven and instead of responding like a normal human, they asked what i was wearing and now i feel like my entire childhood wardrobe is on trial like who cares, it was just oversized tees and colorful shorts, not the crime of the century.