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When you're lonely, what do you do? How do you get over it without the need for other human intervention or help?
I went parasailing last week which was pretty awesome. One off the bucketlist. 😊
you think everyone has the same heart as you, and thats whats gonna fuck you up
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I can’t help but feel that I’m slowly losing everyone I’ve learned to love. Friends are slowly becoming distant and the family only reaches out when they need something.
Nobody cares. Nobody asks how I am or how my day went. Everyone’s preoccupied with their own shit and nobody bothered enough to make me a part of their shit.
And sometimes it’s all laughter and games and jokes, but at the end of the day, it’s just me - and the ceiling staring back at me. All the laughs are just hollow and shallow fillers for the day. Sometimes that’s enough, though.
It’s just that, today it isn’t.
She didn’t like to be alone. Even more, she didn’t like being with people.
Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge (via na-ji)
I guess, through those years, I was never scared of being alone, of being left out. Because I knew you wouldn't allow it. It was either roses or some chocolates or a song. But one way or another, you were always there to save the day.
But this year. This year is different.
Where are you now? I miss you.
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Changes New job I can say that the new job is asking for so much more than before. So many new things to learn and so many new people and the occassional pain is the ass person to deal with but all is good and well. Though I still miss my previous job, there's nothing more I could currently ask for. New life goals. I've always wanted to put up a business. I can only stand to be in the corporate world as a corporate slave for so long, so having this goal of owning a pub marketed for post grad students to yuppies to long time professionals alike keeps me on my toes, keeps me working hard. New place I've moved into a new place just near the work area. The view is fantastic and gives me a certain peace every time I get a peek. Photo above is during dusk, when the sun is almost set but with the clouds still visible. Great sight after a week of productivity. ☺
The meaning of life is that it stops.
Franz Kafka (via observando)
And it's here again. That dreadful feeling that something's wrong or missing. It's like a dark cloud over your head, that you can't seem to shake off. The feeling that you just want to be fixed, but you don't know how, or what's even broken/missing The constant tug to your heart that for some reason induces nausea. Longing and missing and nothing. And it hurts, and you're not ok. And that dark cloud is still looming, ever so near.
Maybe it was possible that you could take someone out of their life and drop them in the middle of another place entirely and they could seem like someone completely different.
Jennifer Smith, The Geography of You and Me (via mafliet)
That is the dream.
Because that’s what happened when you were with someone like that: the world shrank to just the right size. It molded itself to fit only the two of you, and nothing more.
The Geography of You and Me, by Jennifer E. Smith (via and-life-doesnt-stop-for-anybody)