It's Really Nice To Be Alive Sometimes - Tumblr Posts

things I am grateful for after realising I don't have the stomach to bear a heartbreak (quite literally)

I am grateful, for always having people who would make me get out of my bed and take a walk, for having known what the holding of a hand and a heart full of love feels like, for a mother who will cook all of my favourite dishes because she loves feeding me full, for a father who'll always make sure I'll have more clothes than I can wear so I never run out of options to feel good in my skin, for the crunchy-ness of autumn leaves and the cold breeze in hot summers, for uno who taught me how to be loved and not feel guilty about it, for the kindness of the world when it could've been cruel, for the squint of eyes and wagging of tails from a dog you've never met before or always meet because we choose love even in the face of abandonment, for the colours that fill up the gaps of whites and the whites that show up when you smile, for getting forgiveness instead of punishments, for love to have always lingered around in the form of hugs or stars or well wishes or gifts or words or silent companies, for the way flowers bloom and there is a place called home to go back to no matter how many wrong turns you take, for memes and dark humour and really bad jokes, for friends who would bear it all and then add their own atrocious contributions to, for a brother who would hate me to his guts but will always save a piece of candy for me, for music and poetry and art, for help when I couldn't say out loud I needed it, for work when I needed it to keep me moving, for people who would always look out for me and love me and forgive me, for trees that flower and clouds and colourful skies, for people and things whom I love enough to keep on living and then some.