i don’t think i was meant to be a person. i think i was meant to be a small mushroom growing on a decomposing log deep in the forest. i think that would be ideal.
Self love isn’t a destination, it’s a journey. It doesn’t just end. There isn’t a way to measure it to see if you’ve accomplished it. It’s continual, when you think you’re doing well something will knock you off your feet and you’ll have to begin again. Every time that happens I feel so angry that I’ve worked so hard just to end up where I started, but I’m addicted to the love I provide myself and I know I can’t stop chasing the high I get when I can feel myself getting better.
