Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting what happened; it means accepting what happened and not letting that memory affect you anymore than it should now that it is only a fragmentation of your past.
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Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting what happened; it means accepting what happened and not letting that memory affect you anymore than it should now that it is only a fragmentation of your past.
Mother misses her baby, but I only wanted to be me.
Still, Ben Folds.
ASMR boyfriends are DANGEROUS. Literally, cannot get enough. Please recommend me some of your favorites...I’ve watched almost every video of my favorite ASMR youtubers.
I’m jealous of people who can be poetic in real life, everyday speech. I once had someone tell me: “find what makes you happy, and work towards that happiness.” How do you just come up with that on the spot? It’s so beautiful. I wish I had a beautiful way with words.
How can you miss someone you haven’t met? How can we long for people we don’t know? Maybe the fact that we don’t know them, is what makes them so special. Right now, they’re anyone we want them to be.
“Stay Gold” in a world where “nothing gold can stay.”
Thinking about Timothee Chalamet for too long is dangerous
I can never watch videos of Timothee Chalamet for too long without feeling immense pain at the realisation that I will never find someone as beautiful as he.
This is earth shattering, I can’t believe there are people, who don’t think in sentences??? What the fuck is an abstract non-verbal thot? Y’all hoes think in Pictionary???? What the fuck
I never really noticed it before, but after reading this I realised that I do have to consciously verbalise my thoughts.
When I walked up onto the stage and shook the principles hand, it hadn't occurred to me that I had graduated. It still doesn't feel like I have. Things aren't over until they’re really over, which is why I'm so reluctant to getting emotional. I won't cry when I finish my last exam. I won't cry the night before school is to start in the new year. I'll cry when I watch my sisters go to school without me for the first time in 13 years.
I’m usually one for getting emotional, so when I don’t shed a tear at an event that is meant to be emotion packed, I feel...strange. Is there something wrong with me? Is it weird thinking that the only place safe to cry is alone in your bed at night? When everyone else is asleep.
Isn't it crazy to think that some people out there will only ever know you for who you were a few years ago ? They'll never know how you've changed and grown. They'll forever have a narrow image of who you really are.
He didn't have Soda's understanding or dash, or Two-Bits humor, or even Darry's superman qualities. But I realised that these three appealed to me because they were like the heroes in the novels I read. Dally was real. I liked my books, clouds and sunsets. Dally was so real he scared me.
The Outsiders, S.E Hinton
I love this quote
It doesn't feel like things are ending but they are. I know it won't hit me till its over. I don't want it to be over. Why can't things last forever.
Do you know what I find weird ?
We love to watch movies about the past, where technology and problems regarding social media never had influence on the lives of people in the time before. We wish things could be simpler like the ‘good ol days’. We cry at night from the realization that we’ll never met someone like that 80s hearttrob. We wish our courage didn’t lie behind the power of messenger and Snapchat. If only we had the courage to talk to that person without consuming alcohol beforehand. We want good night sleeps and to catch up with our friends more. We want to know what living truely feels like.
Yet here we are, on our phones. Doing what society has always taught us to do, conform - because you’re not good enough any other way.
I’m sick of social media and reliance on technology. I want those ‘good ol days’ back - there must be some truth in that saying, surely.
Sometimes I wish I knew what it felt like to truly and whole heartedly be young and free. I know it’s over said, and I know you’ll cringe when I say it but social media is a trap - we may be connected but we’re disconencted at the same time. There’s no denying all the incredible opportunities and advances it’s brought to humanity. But is it really making me happy ? I can’t help but think I’ve missed out something. Sometimes I feel like I’ve missed out on being human, living and basking in my youth.
That’s just me. Ask me on a different day and I might have a different opinion.
Do you ever think, just for a moment, that anything is possible ?
I just got a Scholarship to a University on the other side of the country which is crazy because I never would have thought that I could get a scholarship. It just felt so out of my league and more like a fantasy than reality. Problem is though, I was planning to go to the University in my city that I've also been accepted into. I was always planning to go it, I only applied for the other as a sort of back up. I wouldn't hesitate going to it if it weren't so far away and if it wasn't famous for its drinking social aspect. My parents are happy that I got the scholarship but they dont want me going there, I don't know if I want to either. Yet I can't help but feel an attraction to it now. It feels nice being wanted. What should I do?