have empathy… we are all fucking stupid as dirt
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i would genuinely rather break both of my fucking legs than to ever have to go through heartbreak again
If I ever taught those close to me anything, it was avoidance of disaster through my own actions. Wheather or not they gravitate or avoid it is on them.
“But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.”
— (via alunit)
such a great feeling when someone just genuinely wants to talk to you and wants to know how your life is going
“Maybe it’s okay that you don’t know what’s going to happen. Maybe you should stop predicting and controlling and enjoy each moment as it comes.”
— Mandy Hale (via amortizing)
