I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.
The only reason i enjoy going to bed is so i can make stories up in my head which makes my brain think it’s actually real
I’m glad to be here right now, poking at my threshold. I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don’t want to shrink back just because something isn’t easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can’t and I can. Maybe that spot is called I will.
— Kristin Armstrong (via emotional-algebra)