I imagine bumping into my internet friends on the street like “sor-YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.
When I was 6 my brother told me that old people sag because they’re being pulled to hell and I cried
just precisely how bad was 1500s jerusalem at making maps, you ask? well,
"I want you so much
But I hate your guts”