Never get tired of doing little things for others. Sometimes those little things occupy the biggest part of their hearts.

Yes, we are tired,

but it’s not all from lack of sleep. We are tired of waking up with nothing to look forward to, tired of going to bed exhausted after doing a million things we find no enjoyment in doing. We’re tired of this void, this emptiness that looms over us even though our days are packed. 

We ignore each other and try to pretend the other person doesn't exist, but deep down we know it wasn't supposed to end like this.

I just experienced for the first time the daily post limit. Seriously tumblr? I was busy queuing things!

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Note: I know this post is off-topic for this blog, but this is the only place where I can post this. I’m so frustrated. 

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