|—||"Prisoner" from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)|
veer out of your lane.
let go. feel a moment
take your feet to the very edge
and feel the height you are,
let the air hold you, invisibly.
is it there?
what stops you?
don’t spend today
thinking about tomorrow,
but lose time in daydreams,
by all means.
listen to it. walk to its beat.
now, let your hair grow.
I mean really grow, long.
ignore the itch. the tickle.
let it grow.
then cut it all off.
now look at who you are.
fuck soul mates
fuck the idea that you need completion
fuck the idea that you aren’t whole, that you need someone else to make you happy
you are perfection all by yourself and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
you are not defective
|—||6 a.m. thoughts (via runthroughmyhead)|
|—||Kirsten Hubbard, Wanderlove (via psych-facts)|
ich seh’s schon vor mir