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Some people can express their feelings/emotions better when texting than in real life.
cats + cherries = life
I have a long day tomorrow and I know this is going to be me ever since I signed onto tumblr.. le sigh
the feeling when you floss something huge out between your teeth.
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Me: That was impulsive. You probably shouldn't have done that.
Also me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
How to Make the Most of Today
1. Choose not to feel too anxious or to fear what’s in the future. Often, things turn out much better than we thought that they would do.
2. Allow yourself to dream about - and then plan for - the future … But still work hard today as that determines your tomorrow.
3. Don’t simply grit your teeth and try to make it through the day. Decide to find the “positives", and good things on the way.
4. Don’t rest on your successes as that was yesterday. The past has gone forever – but the future lies ahead.
5. Let go of hurts and grievances: they’ll only pull you down. , consume your energy and leave you feeling sad and tired.
6. Be optimistic, smile and have a positive outlook. It brightens how you feel, helps us get the most from life.
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when you don’t even care what you type on your blog because hey you ain’t got any followers and no body be reading your blog except you :D
You press her memory to your heart, because your heart is made of every material except the one that sticks. Except she did stick, like honey or glue or both, she stuck to your heart that night she took off her clothes and you saw so much more than her body. And you can’t change any of it, you wouldn’t even if you could. The sun came up the morning after and for the first time in your lonely pathetic life the thought of leaving someone’s bed was insufferable to you. She lived inside your ribcage, and with every staggered breath she became you, through and through and through until she was in your blood, in your bones. Now you can’t even breathe without feeling her in ways you didn’t think existed. Did you think you’d ever find that? That you’d ever look up at the sky and feel someone else looking at it, too? Of course you didn’t, and now you aren’t just ‘you’ anymore. You are her and she is you and the sky isn’t up there anymore it’s in your chest and it’s her who put it there. So now sometimes you are a sunny day and sometimes you are rainstorms, but she brought her umbrella and it’s time to accept that she loves you whatever the weather.
HE. (via stayygone)
Please be careful with me. Sometimes I just get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.
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