“I hope there are days when your coffee tastes like magic, your playlist makes you dance, strangers make you smile, and the night sky touches your soul. I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.”
— Brooke Hampton
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Once you stop trying to entertain this imaginary audience and start living for yourself things should get a bit better
meeting someone unexpectedly who becomes so important to you is such an unbelievably special thing
over-explaining everything because you’re scared of not making sense or people thinking you’re stupid
the thrilling sequel: under-explaining everything because you’re afraid of being seen as a rambling mess
the stunning conclusion: wildly varying between both based off the most recent way you’ve fucked up
