Closer To You

[originalmaixe]

[thoughtkick]

“You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even begin to imagine yet.”

— John Green; The Fault in Our Stars

[andrewblurmoved-deactivated2024]

having to ask people if you’re still hanging out is one of the worst things ever . like is our playdate still on? im gonna stab myself

[honeypleasejustkillme]

“you’re so distant” you literally made me feel like i wasn’t important

[zonder-baard]

Ik: Stabiel!? Ik heb faalangst, hechtingsangst, angst om te vliegen, angst om te verliezen, angst voor verdriet, en dood, en niks doen en te veel doen, voor succes, spinnen, angst voor fysieke pijn, voor hoogte en snelheid en ouder worden, angst voor mijn geest en verslaving, voor geldnood en doelloos en leegte en hetzelfde elke dag.

Jij: ...

[breakmyheartwithlyrics]

Avril Lavigne- Nobody’s Home

[tropic-havens]

Old Street on Sint Maarten

[fairycosmos]

the nostalgia of living in your hometown as an adult can really make you sick. your childhood doesn’t exist anymore yet you can see it all around you all the time

[crowsent]

im back on my homesickness bullshit

[blood-and-foam]

hunched over my laptop frantically typing as i create a spotify playlist that will inflict maximum emotional damage on myself

[headlightsforever]

Now I sit on the porch and watch the lightning bugs fly / But I can't see too good, I got tears in my eyes / I'm leaving tomorrow but I don't wanna go / I love you, my town, you'll always live in my soul

Iris DeMent, “Our Town”

[thoughtkick]

“Maybe Ill see you in another life, if this one wasnt enough.”

— Florence + the Machine

[quotefeeling]

“How someone reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.”

— blossomfully

[quotemadness]

Sometimes something happens to you and you can’t recover from it.

Unknown

[yrbutchgf]

to a certain extent i think that hometowns are kind of doomed from the start, like any place in the world if you grew up in it there's a love for that place that's always going to be sort of bitter. like anywhere can hurt you but nowhere can betray you like your hometown can and has and did and will do. which is essentially to say the same exact thing about family

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe my childhood dog still follows me around and the tang of cold lemonade lingers on my tongue.

[peasunflower]

days with pink purple skies are nostalgic. They scream to me in memories. Memories of freedom and of smiles and of soft patter of rain on my face while we cycled through greens. The pink that overpowers the deep grey and the pink that saved me. The purple that held my hand and danced with me on the terrace and talked to me of my deepest fears in shades of lightest pinks. The pink and the purple that smell like home.