Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
— Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them”
Sometimes I really wish there was a TV channel that broadcasts all of the random acts of kindness done all over the world, and just kindness in general. So when I’m sad and starting to curl inward and feel bitter I can just watch that and cry out of happiness and feel better by seeing all the beautiful people in the world that I don’t know but feel okay and happy because they exist.