Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming. "
Fun little trick I learned in therapy: validation. When someone is upset, don’t try to fix the problem, point out the cause, or tell them it could be worse. Just validate their emotions. Be like, ‘shit yeah man, that sucks. I’m sorry you’re going through that. I’m here for you.’ That’s literally all you have to do to make them feel better. Thank you and goodnight.
Was it hard?” I ask.
Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real."
good things about autumn
- wearing layers
- everything has pumpkin flavor in it
- when u step on leaves and they do the crumpy thing
- mornings that are crisp and sweet and cold
- crackly fires
- the drop in temperature brings out an attractive natural flush
- did I mention pumpkins
- those eensy beensy ones
- u know the ones i mean
- autUMN, GUYS