Subliminally Lost

My name is JD, EastBay Cali born and raised, now a citizen of the lovely city San Francisco ♥ Message or ask me about anything

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“heat map“

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sometimes i’m like “why am i still here” but then i realize that i’m often the only person who is around to take bad-to-eat stuff out of my dog’s mouth and i think there’s this sort of western idea of “if youre not CEO youre nothing special” but my dog is still alive bc of me and i’m still alive bc of other people so maybe i’m just here to pet cats and wear sweaters and help people take the glass out of their mouth. you know? maybe i won’t be CEO but maybe i’ll be able to help somebody afford their trip home. and i think that’s pretty okay, you know?

i needed to hear this today i think

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Not gonna lie.  There was a period of my life where I only got out of bed because my dog needed to be fed and walked, and my cats needed their food and their litter cleaned.

That was the only reason.

I was responsible for them, and they needed me to be adult.  That eventually got me out my house and back into three jobs, so we could all eat and have a roof over my head.

And now I live in another country, with an amazing woman, and a much, much better life.

Don’t think I don’t know I owe it to some furry creatures who really, desperately needed me.

[virtualnarcissism-blog]

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

David Foster Wallace ~ Infinite Jest (via virtualnarcissism)

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This was absolutely true today

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This showed up on Postsecret.com this week and made me think of you. Last week your Instagram popped up when I was scrolling on my feed and it seemed as if you were happier, which honestly left me a bit relieved. Then I saw this on the Sunday Secrets this week and you entered back into my head. I still worry about you all the time, and I just hope that you are okay-or at least doing better. You are incredibly strong, passionate and full of courage. I know you are going to do so much, and you deserve to be so happy with life. I hope you continue to live out your dreams, and someday realize whatever it was that you were trying to fill with other people before, was actually in yourself the whole time. I am of course still here for you if you ever needed anything or anyone-but I also understand that you don’t want me to be a part of your life anymore and will continue to respect that.