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forced to move on bc there’s nothing to return to
Yes baby
your favorite girl or nothing
You never realize how lonely you are until it’s the end of the day and you got a bunch of things to talk about and no one to talk to.
A part of you is completely unexplored until you meet a particular person.
late night reminder to self: your depressive episode will not last forever. it will have an end. tonight will not be the end of you.
Hey guess what i saw this a few days ago when i was in an absolutely scary slump and then i spoke to my counsellors and did what they told me to do and now i feel so much better. So this is true. Reblogging for more good luck
i think about your eyes a lot
teach your sons emotional intelligence
Crying in bed to this song on repeat cause it makes me feel things.
You’ll search for me in every person you meet.
“what do you do for fun” well i really like the floor and being on the floor
your level of education means nothing if you never learned any compassion
i love biting the bullet. i love opening a can of worms. i love putting all my eggs in one basket. i love burying the hatchet. i love crying over spilt milk. i love letting the cat out of the bag. i love wanting to have my cake and eat it too. i love counting my chickens before they’ve hatched. i love making my bed and laying in it. i love putting the cart before the horse. i love burning the candle at both ends. i love calling a spade a spade. i love the bottom of the barrel.
I’m taking your hand very gently when I say this, especially cause I struggle with it too:
It is more important that you are in the pictures than how you look in them. Having pictures of something joyful and being in them helps you remember good times years ahead. The more time passes, the more nostalgic it gets, and the more you might regret not being in the pictures or having them. At some point, you will hopefully also look at yourself with kinder eyes, and notice the joy in the pictures themself and the joy the memories bring.
Your presence matters far more than your looks ever will. 🌸