Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know.
i think its so interesting that in dreams my perception of a person is less explicitly visual and more so an expression of the aura they project or the emotions we associate with them. i’m not sure if it is like this for everyone, but i can’t necessarily remember faces in my dreams. instead, there are masses colors blurred together that i associate with that emotion or that person.