lost

Chloe,22,NZ🌈🚬🍃🌻

[theshitneyspears]

2017: dumb bitch

2018: sad bitch

2019: bad bitch

[takashiyasui]

Ginzan onsen

[equalitu]

2018

I started this year with no plans and nothing in my mind other then to be happy and be the best version of myself possible; yet i didn’t. I got really sick I couldn’t walk and almost lost my foot I took more substances then I ever had before and I fell down the rabbit hole and it felt like the one were I spent years in the “closest” I was opening myself up to people who kept hurting me I moved back in with my folks I was afraid that nothing would change yet it did I l realised that all the years and of 2018 that I’d spent thinking that the only way I could be happy was from validation in others I lost a girlfriend but I gained a best friend I went to japan and fell in love with the country and decided I want to live there. so many fucking things changed for better and for worse yet I’m so excited to see what next year holds for me ive made plans to make myself insanely busy I finally worked up the courage to go through with uni and I’m moving in with one of my favourite people I get to watch one of my best pals walk down the aisle on my birthday i get to see my best friend finish her nursing degree and my niece will be turning two, i am looking forward to the good and the bad and that’s ok 👌🏻

you know why? because I’m still here

[centtury]

[forevernoon-deactivated20181218]

Tomás Sánchez (Cuban, b. 1948), Pensamiento - Nube [Thought - Cloud], 2008. Acrylic on canvas, 75 x 55.5 cm.

[l0vrrr]

my goal for 2019 is to become more gay than i did this year

[artrenn]

Shiro Kasamatsu

Evening Glow at Suwa Shrine, Nippori

[dogg]

[rai-r]

@celino_ji/instagram

[takashiyasui]

Gotokuji, Tokyo

[growingsucculents]

2/4: small store bought succulents and my own props of this year and last year

[growlithops]

Sempervivum in flower. I miss summer already.

[theyarnlesbian]

dear lesbians:

talk to girls

[running-fromlove]

[the1975music]

[smoke-stungeyes]

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.

[too-much-small-talk]