Breathe. You’re Okay.
I want you to know that nothing is wrong with you.
I want you to know that nothing is wrong with you.
\I am forever fighting against perfection.
I too have yearned for a simpler existence, a metaphorical cabin in the woods away from the pressures of modern life.
Love is being acutely aware of how quickly someone could ruin you.
Nobody gets to tell you who the fuck you are, for one.
I remember when I used to abhor routine, when waking up before 9am was a form of torture I only subjected myself to for early flights or hungover stumbles to the kitchen for water.
Want to go on a spontaneous road trip to go stare up at the stars and talk about the Universe? Okay!
You adamantly refuse to be the kind of woman the world wants you to be.