Not To Be Dramatic, But Life Really Is About Choosing Love Despite

not to be dramatic, but life really is about choosing love despite

i love people you can just sit with. you do your thing, i’ll do mine. lets just exist alongside one another, in a silence that says “im glad you’re here.”

that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.

everything everywhere all at once really did say “your mom doesn’t know how to help you but she’s not going anywhere” and that fucking Hurt

Ok that's the one

"nothing matters so do what you love and be kind" is the single most viscerally impactful message i have ever gleaned from consuming media and i'm going to live every day with that kind of hopepunk nihilism for the rest of my life