If there is a next life, I can only hope that I will be enough in that one.

- 8:00pm

— Paulo Coelho

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By Mia Novakova

We are actually closer to 2046 than we are to 1990.

I aint gonna articulate this right but I’ve noticed there’s this weird sub culture on tumblr where it’s frowned upon to say anything positive about your life. Like occasionally I see someone post something like “I love my job so much” and a few responses are like “wish I could find a job :/” or “must be nice to not have depression” and it’s really strange. A lot of people are pulling themselves out of dark places or finally figuring out how to be happy (no easy feat) and they don’t need you projecting your own demons on their moments of happiness they wanted to share.

People : post their life on internet

People : don’t only get positive feedback

People : 

when the sun shines above, you wake up with the one you love

when the sun shines above, you wake up with the one you love

when the sun shines above, you wake up with the one you love

When the moon hit your skin, i could see you and him not you and me

When the moon hit your skin, i could see you and him not you and me

When the moon hit your skin, i could see you and him not you and me

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