lying in a pile of clothes on the floor packing up wah wah wah. i am a suitcase kid.
also i think i am definitely a coeliac or at least definitely allergic to something, i can’t eat any form of carbohydrate or dairy without feeling ill and bloated, like my stomach has doubled in size today and i feel like crap. i’ll have to live on fruit forevs. i need to go to a doctor. this mainly happens when i’m stressed but it gets insanely bad.
i feel like i have a label saying ‘freak’ right across my forehead
"I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain."
Jonathan Carroll (via danmaru
(Source: quotethat, via who-the-fuck-cares)