Weird but fucking beautiful

For a minute, I forgot that I could trust myself. I forgot that no matter what life throws my way, I can trust myself to sort it out and in the midst of "fuck me" is "fuck me that's beautiful."

I forgot that the best moments of my life consistently emerge from the worst moments of my life.

I can find beauty no matter what. I can find childlike delight in any situation. I can find verve in dearth. It's always been, so it's no surprise. And I'm starting to believe that again.

It's weird but fucking beautiful when I forget and remember this, over and over and over again. The forgetting is tragedy, the remembering, a return to self that comes with the ability to fully breath again. The enacting of the remembrance, euphoria.

(liberal lyric sampling from taylor and lana)