mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still works of art and so are you
personally if i’m out walking and smell laundry or someone else’s cooking or campfire i immediately get hit with a wave of nearly overwhelming comfort. on account of the joie de vivre
"No one can love you until you love yourself" is like the worst possible way of articulating "if you don't respect and value yourself, it's very easy to become attracted to people who don't treat you right and then justify their mistreatment, so be careful."
so THAT'S what it's supposed to mean. that actually makes sense.
sorry for making you fall in love with me because of my awesome vibes and kissable lips. Can you buy me some legos
I am a terrible combination of “whatever happens, happens” and “If everything doesn’t go according to plan, I will vaporize”
me: wish games had choices that actually mattered
me when games have choices that actually matter:
sometimes i wish the gay people in my phone were gay people in my house. where i could give them snacks and blankets and hear the sound of their laughter
