#1am thoughts

the sun danced on Ector street

warming each home and those who roamed

I was only a visitor at the time,

life had wings and flowed with each breeze,

every hope and dream breathed from the concrete — the roots of your home

sun rays gleamed from and at you all at once

we couldn’t see past each beam

blinded by light or love

and we shared it unequally.

we rise and fall like each passing day,

we failed to last our eternity

or perhaps we have just begun—

the sun still dances on Ector street

maybe that is us.

If a boy gives ya mixed signals skrrrt and get tf off that goddamn road

I think the scariest thing I’ve ever learned in Psychology was about a long study where people who reported low satisfaction in their lives at a young age almost always reported the same outcome toward the end. This was despite having similar lives to the subjects who reported being happy and reported the same happiness at their end of life. Not to say there isnt hope for unhappy people, but the fact that your biology can affect how you perceive the world that much is awful and scary.

The irony of how we find ourselves the most when we’re lost.

I’m in the midst of this weird phase where my university flat does not feel like home, but neither does my house where I grew up.