The five stages of grief.
Last year a friend of mine was stolen from this earth.
I made this for him.
Nothing to do here
“I really like the idea of love as a violent act. Not to the person that you love, but against the world.”
You need to find someone,” they say. “There is someone out there for you to make you happy!” They promise. “Look for your other half,” they chant.
Am I half a person? Am I not enough as I am? Can I not depend on myself for my own happiness?
I can enjoy music on my own. I can laugh and sing and dance on my own.
“Poor thing, still alone?” They murmur.
I don’t always want to be alone, you know.
But I know I’m not incomplete. I am happy being who I am, and only I drive myself to be a better version of myself.
I have found solace in the silence, and peace in my quiet thoughts. I wonder if the ones who beg me to find someone never had that, and I am sorry for them.
— finish-the-hat-george (via wnq-writers)
*listens to an album for the first time and enters a new era in my life*
