crying is so therapeutic and i truly love it. unfortunately i’ve gotten so good at bottling my grievances up, its a physical strain to let myself cry at this point.
me and my heart: ok im alone and i feel fucking horrible. i need to cry this out.
make time for magical moments. pull the car over and admire that sunset. tell the old woman at the farmers market her earrings are beautiful. keep music on in the background of your life. it’s too easy for the currents of time to keep us pulled away from these moments.
We're Alive Somewhere Else 