eojt.

by lyratjoe

[tobiasforms]

[shock]

why must life have a grand purpose? is it not enough to have some basil, and mozzarella?

[eojt]

You: You kept fighting me.

Me: I was fighting FOR you.

I don't know if I remember things differently or we had the same conversation with a different person.

[eojt]

Settling (for less) is a scary thought.

[eojt]

00:05am

5 minutes to download “bumble” 2 minutes to choose a not so recent pic of myself as my profile pic 1 minute to choose my occupation and settled for “marketing officer” (If only there’s an option for #funemployed but not for long) …..and the swiping has began After swiping 8 or so guys, you saw someone that you know popped out proceeded to “setting” and deleted the account

I just can’t..nope

[eojt]

10:15pm

it’s 2018...and here i am. I’ve found myself in a similar situation(read above), except I gave in and gave this whole online dating thing a go. The result is a mixed bag of feelings. I’ve learned a lot about myself and this whole “meeting-a-stranger-who-doesn’t-seem-like-the-murderer-type” experience really forced myself out of my comfort zone. 

As for my professional life, there have been some changes. (It’s for the best.) I’m not exactly in a funemployed situation; I’m freelancing and actively looking for something stable. I know I will find something I like soon. 

To be honest, I’m scared shitless but I also know I’m going to be okay.

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[atomos]

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[misswallflower]

[abonethrownfromthevoid]

[gracebergstein-deactivated20200]

What I am giving you is nothing that belongs to me […] It is just yourself, you running through me throwing off sparks, your eyes blazing with fear, blazing with hope, I am giving you your own fire. All I do is breathe very gently on your night embers and handfuls of stars fly out.

Hélène Cixous, from The Book of Promethea  (via stoicremains)

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