The only means you live your life through is yourself,
You cannot live your own life through others'.

Incase nobody has told you..

You are allowed to change.
You are allowed to change the hair on your head and the things on your wall and your mind and your body and your world.
You are allowed to change quickly and boldly and recklessly and slowly and strangely and endlessly.
You are allowed to stop and stand still if you need a breath or run if there is a bus or a moment to catch.
I promise you, you will stumble into people whose words drip with excitement or sting with envy when they say "Wow, You've changed!" but instead of reaching for a packet of sugar to sweeten or please or explain, instead just thank them for noticing because YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CHANGE!

#Shushu

Who named their wifi this🤣

It is what it is,
Acceptance.

"I'm out with lanterns looking for myself"

Emily Dickinson

"...Then it came to me, my little life. I remembered my life the way an axe handle, mid-swing, remembers the tree.

& I was free."

A metaphor from the poem -Woodworking at the end of the world-

Yes, that.
Those days
You know,
Where your lungs feels like a solitary confinement with four people in it breathing over your shoulder
You know,
Where your eyes are sensitive to light,
Any light
Light coming from your phone, the window, fluorescent tubes, smiles and kind hearts
You know,
Where you can taste the rust against the weathering gears in your brain
Where you hear others calling out your name but you have to blink hard a couple of times
To make sure whether you’re falling asleep or if it’s really coming from across your table
You know,
Where you don’t want to get out of the taxi
In fact, you didn’t want to get in, in the first place
In fact, you wanted to stay in
In your room
your bed
your mind
your dream
your skin
You know,
.
.
.
Don’t you?

#Everted

The storm

Remember 🤍

The drama😄