my brain has too many tabs open
One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
― Anne Lamott (via jerfreyy)
i want to be the one you tell everything to at 4am when you can’t sleep