"I Would Do Anything For You"

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Behold, a spiral of insanity

I CANT BELIEVE THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS IS STILL BLEEDING

(Even though it's killing me i need it like the air I breathe)

I remember tryna blast this song at 15 while dying my hair bright pink and blue.

My mom was like:

*basking aggressively*

mid march mantra

Me when I've got a handful of shenanigans:

Your bones carry the past and the future. Your soul is beyond time. Knowledge and love exist beyond time. If you feel heavy it is because you are carrying generations of memories and endless possibilities.

Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.

We are connected to eachother through legend and myth.

"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."

–Jonathan Gottshall

If my ribs crack from the pain, nature will grow me back.

Cut out the pain and pull out its insides. When you know what it's made of, you'll know how to kill it.

Beware, not all pain is an enemy.

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

I have made no sin in loving. I have made no sin in caring for the wellbeing of others. For believing in a better future. For hoping and striving to do better, even if no one else cares. Even if everyone else is doing the wrong thing, it doesn't make it right.

I have decided to reject the coldness of the world no matter what.

And if i die from loving, I would have died at the hands of something beautiful.

Goodbye Isha, we carry you with us.