piece of mine, peace of mind

20-something,
yoga-doing, one day teaching, bartending, word enthusiast. Southern California Suburbs are causing us cancer. Expect text posts.

Not even going to concern myself with how much I feel I’m worth. The value in my existence is too arbitrarily calculated and I’m bent on eventually not even giving a shit. Because I intend on being far too capable and therefore indispensible to ever feel the way I do when I question if someone actually even needs me in their life.

You think relationships are difficult? Try friendships. Try courting someone in order to convince them to join you in some nameless, shapeless Platonic complication — forever. Convince an adult stranger that you are worth a healthy slice of their limited time and energy without the prize of sex or romance.

—Laura Jayne Martin (via turquoisebeads)

(via hovvasta)

Ensuring that someone is beautiful, another loved, someone wanted, another right; I’m human if they let me, otherwise I’m passing light.