Tragedy doesn’t need to be political. My heart goes out to all those affected.
I find it so fucking awkward when people fix their hair while bawling their eyes out. It’s just such a mess of raw emotion and shallow habit.
It is through great moments of loving presence or absence that I have learned how to love.
There’s no place like home.
knit sweaters thick hats woolly socks hot chocolate warm kisses
There is nothing wrong with wanting to take care of the things you love - if anything, it would be worrisome for us to think casually of that which takes up the most space in our hearts.