My-Life-Without-Me

thinking about my future is really terrifying
like, school, a career, etc
bc I was so close to quitting band for two years and without it, I’d have literally no clue what do to with my life right now. I don’t have anything else I care about. everything would be pointless had I not started playing this damn instrument and I don’t know, that’s really awful to consider

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Daniel Andrew Sharman | April 25, 1986.

Daniel Sharman, Happy 29th birthday. just saying your name makes me smile. Thank you so much for being who you are and constantly keeping that big goofy smile on your face. I know you wont see this but without knowing, you have made my life better and are an inspiration to me without know. so i cant thank you enough for that.

i hope that you have the best birthday ever and remember that you have all of US that will love you unconditionally no matter what and no matter what you go through in life. I love you, i support you and always will. You are the most talented and we cant wait to see more of you. 

Thank you, Thank you & Thank you.

Love, Nellie. (And the fanbase)

anonymous asked:

I can honestly lose everything I own and be alright. But God forbid I ever lose you. I can't even imagine my life without you in it.

this makes me rlly sad nd also i rlly want to hug u

People who think you can’t keep a friendship despite conflicting interests really need to chill out.
A friendship is based on the effort two individuals are willing to put in. If two people are similar, or polar opposites, it doesn’t matter.
Variety is the spice of life.
As long as you’re not trying to tell me I’m living my life incorrectly, and consistently telling me to change my ways for the “better” according to you, I think we’re good.

happy birthday, babe.

so, it’s April 25th; just a day, like any other. it’s a day to reblog that Miss Congeniality gifset, and then go about life as usual, nothing special.

except it is special, because today’s my girlfriend’s birthday ( winglssdemon ). the next time you see your mom, give her a high-five from me for helping bring such a wonderful person into the world. 

you’re sweet and kind, you’re generous and considerate, you’re understanding and patient, you’re calming and reassuring. you are so many wonderful things, and far too good to me. as much as I hate crps, it has done one good thing for me; it brought you into my life, because without it I never would’ve stumbled across your blog in the crps tag a couple of years ago. I’m not grateful that I have crps, but I am grateful I have you in my life because you make me feel like, yeah, maybe life is worth actually living, instead of just trying to merely exist my way through each and every day. I know I’ve got you in my corner, no matter what, and that always puts a smile on my face and soothes my aching soul.

I’m sorry I can’t be there with you today, to smother you in presents and cake, and shower you with affection and all the pampering you deserve; but, hopefully I’ll be there sometime before the end of summer, and I can do it then.

I hope you have an amazing day today.and tomorrow. and the day after that, forever.

happy birthday, babe. 

This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you’d be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don’t know how you’d describe it… like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or… I guess you know the kind of people I’m talking about. Maybe you don’t. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven’t read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You.
—  My Life Without Me (2003)
This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you’d be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don’t know how you’d describe it… like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or… I guess you know the kind of people I’m talking about. Maybe you don’t. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven’t read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You.
—  My Life Without Me (2003)