i’ve realized that a couple of things feel like home, like my apartment hallway which reminds me of the cheap motels we stayed in when i was a kid, or light breezes when i’m looking at the sun from my stoop, or songs that sound like us driving down the open highway next to the desert
i keep trying to be present but working toward anything outside of work is too much, so instead i live in the past, or the future, and in either one i’m not able to see very much
sometimes i feel like a dreamer, sometimes i feel like i’m sick, sometimes i feel tired, sometimes i feel hopeless, sometimes i come home and fall asleep and that’s all i can do
i feel myself starting to become but i don’t know where to start
"Ask yourself what kind of person you want to be in the life that you will live today. Throughout the day, remind yourself that your life is happening right now."
"You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever."
what the water wants is hurricanes
and sailboats to ride on its back
what the water wants is sun kiss
and land to run into and back
"Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst."
"Q: Who are your role models?
A: Fuck role models."