my life is basically just a constant cycle of finally getting past the thing i was stressing about and then immediately finding something else to stress me out even if it isn’t happening for another 4 months
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my life is basically just a constant cycle of finally getting past the thing i was stressing about and then immediately finding something else to stress me out even if it isn’t happening for another 4 months
concept: my heart is filled with so much love and sunshine, i am content with myself and body, genuinely happy while drinking a warm cup of tea on a monday morning
Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.
Stephanie Georgopulus, How To Miss Someone (via thelovejournals)
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In two weeks, I will have to leave you forever and you will never even know that you were the centre of my galaxy, the reason to get up in the morning, my anchor and the guiding light, keeping me safe, throughout the night.
// and maybe we’ll meet in again in a supermarket in a few years and you’ll ask how I was doing, while I’ll might be trying to suppress the memory of all-too-real dreams and lonely nights j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)