I don’t ever, ever, ever try to convey me having it all together because I fuck up all the time. I’m definitely as flawed as they come.
Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they are doing. Do things without always knowing how they’ll turn out.
I can be someone’s and still be my own.
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.