What’s popping, you ask? Why, it’s my joints.
me: *suddenly turns really cold* person: whats wrong :/ what happened me: nothin. just thinkin bout that time u hurt me 2 months ago on thursday at 2:36 pm. bye
Distance yourself for a bit, you’ll realize a lot.
Me after one cup of coffee : i am beautiful and fast
I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot…
“Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.”
— Henry Miller
British people be saying “I fink” and “me neifer”
im not bovered
ello yewchube
google search: how to apologize for ignoring friend for two months
A healthy relationship keeps the doors and windows open. Plenty of air is circulating and no one feels trapped. Relationships thrive in this environment. Keep your doors and windows open. If this person is meant to be in your life, all the open doors and windows in the world won’t make them leave.
things that exist but you can’t see:
- people thinking about you and smiling
- flowers growing in your heart
- the moon’s affection for you
- how much you’ve healed already
- a lovely future written in the stars
the older i get the more i can understand why people back in the old fairytale days would just fuck off and be a hermit in the woods. just chilling out in the middle of nowhere and occasionally telling random heroes cryptic shit. living the fucking dream.
no offense but the whole kissin kate barlow and “i can fix that” sam storyline from holes is quite frankly one of the most gripping and tragic in the history of cinema and i’m still not recovered from it
sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.
you will not heal by going back to what broke you !!!!!
* Goes on date *
* looks around *
“I’m sorry, will the dog in your profile photo be joining us?”
Alexa, release my inhibitions
I love sleeping and sleep culture.
“It’ll hit you when you’re 16 and that heart of yours that loved so freely is now shielded by the swords that broke it. It’ll hit you when you’re 18, when you’re lost and confused, while you watch others on their way to be where they want to be. It’ll hit you when you’re 21 and you seem to come home to an empty bed, with an even emptier heart. It’ll hit you when you realise that life was never going to be perfect. It was going to be about being 17 and spending your nights drunk with your best friends. It was going to be sipping coffee in Germany, spending your 19th birthday in Vietnam, chasing horizons in Australia. It’s going to be the year that you spend traveling, while everyone runs around thinking they need to be something by this age or that. It’s going to be that job you finally get, that you have been praying for night after night. And then you’ll realise that life wasn’t about the heartbreak, the rejection or the utter shear of being lost. It was about the moments in between. Always cherish the moments in between.”





