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BRINGING A CHILD INTO THE world without its consent seems unethical.
love validation. Validation is my main bitch.
An external attribution exists to make you feel shitty. It’s a handy tool, wherein you perceive anything positive that happens to you as a mistake, subjective, and/or never a result of your own goodness. Negative things, alternately, are the objective truth. And they’re always your own fault.
Staying drunk seemed like a very practical solution to me. If you could drink yourself into happiness, why would you stay sad and sober? And if you could drink yourself into ultra-happiness, why would you settle for regular happiness?
What happens to the space that two people occupied together? How can it just disappear? Why can’t it just become something else?
When we think of our old lovers, and the people they are with now, we wonder what we did not have. We wonder collectively, as people, what other people have.
There are so many people and we’re all awful in our own special ways;
Like, how much mental illness is “acceptable” and how much is going to be “too much”? Someone DMs me, “We convince ourselves that we can own the identity of the anxious or depressed person. Then it sneaks up again.” It’s like, I got this. Then the mental illness is like, No, I’ve got you.
I’m always scared that every feeling is going to be permanent.
FAKE LOVE BETTER THAN real love? Real love is responsibility, compromise, selflessness, being present, and all that shit. Fake love is magic, excitement, false hope, infatuation, and getting high off the potential that another person is going to save you from yourself.
