There is no fully healed. You’ll always have to deal with something, learn, and grow. If you’re waiting to be perfect before you live your life, you’ll never live your life.
No one knows anything about me. Even when I think I’ve spilled my guts & can finally be a completely open book I’m shown that still, no one knows anything about me.
If I stop fuckin with you you’re dead to me. I won’t bring you up ever. I won’t think of you ever. You don’t exist in my world anymore. Please do the same for me.
There’s also a bird that can perfectly mimic anythingg. A baby crying, a car, a camera shutter, the voice of a grown man. It’s kinda wicked it’s called a Lyrebird
I love leisure culture and people who share the mentality that life isn’t a race/ competition and being alive is wonderful in itself, purpose ≠ worth, it’s fine to just live.