What do you mean by “I'll see you soon?” What does “soon” mean?
What do you mean by “I'll see you soon?” What does “soon” mean?

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What do you mean by “I'll see you soon?” What does “soon” mean?
What do you mean by “I'll see you soon?” What does “soon” mean?
The moment of relief when I have terrible anxiety and realize that this time I’m simply sleep deprived. 2 hour a nap equals much calmer over-analytical introvert.
MEN OF TUMBLR: this guy I don’t know very well was trying to describe me to a mutual friend because he couldn’t remember my name,
and he said, “short hair, glasses...very funny...not like the other girls.”
Afterwards the mutual friend was laughing with me and she told me what he said and I just
I mean, what does that even mean? It seems nice at first, but all I could think was, Oh man! Could that be bad? Does that mean I’m not date-able? Or is it a compliment?
5. Knowing you’re somehow different from everyone else, and wishing you could be normal like them.
“I often wondered how other kids could just go about their lives, talking and laughing and being so calm and happy, like nothing was wrong. I don’t know what I really expected of them – I didn’t have the vaguest idea of what was “wrong”, either. I didn’t know why I felt so anxious all the time, I just did. I had no idea why the rest of the world didn’t feel the same way, and I wanted to know what that was like.
It felt like my mind was constantly talking to itself without any interruption, and it was overanalyzing everything around me. Some second, parallel existence seemed to be running alongside my direct experience of consciousness: an inner monologue of sorts, but a very toxic one. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything – it was as though this loud voice in my head kept me from simply existing in the moment.
There was no way to shut off that voice and just be, like everyone else. I wanted those two sides to line up and merge so I could feel natural and at ease too. But it wouldn’t go away, no matter how hard I tried. There always seemed to be some invisible skin separating me from the rest of reality – I could move around in the real world, interact with it, but never actually touch it or feel it.”
-http://freethoughtblogs.com/zinniajones/2013/09/that-was-dysphoria-8-signs-and-symptoms-of-indirect-gender-dysphoria/
Particles, Floating in the Air
Nothing ever seems complete in my life. The majority of things I start never come to an end. I can never obtain complete things from others or myself. So both internally and externally I'm incomplete. I'm somewhat of an egomaniac as every sentence in this post might end up being about me, I combat that by being a giver. I give away all the best parts of me to people, even though a dark corner in my mind really just wants something in return.
I'm definitely a victim of myself. Analyzing things to death yet always missing something.
"Ever had Bolivian Bacon? It changes you" -- Sam on iCarly
I am My Own Worst Enemy.
It terrifies me to see, in writing, how it is that I have been feeling, for the past half year... because, really, "how do I know what I feel, until I see what I say?"... I think it safe to conclude, that 'terrible' is how I have been feeling, as of late.
Do you feel the energy?
The sparks I feel when you touch me.
They run up and down my arm,
Like fireworks in the night sky.
Your breath; hot on my neck as we sleep,
Your arms snaked around me; safe and protective.
Where is this going?
Anywhere serious?
I'm broken and barely hanging on,
Boy, don't play with me,
Don't string me along.
We're hardly ever alone,
Private discussion isn't a question.
Not knowing whats running in your mind is killing me,
I guess it might be the same for you,
Wondering if this could work or if it won't.
I believe love to only exist in fantasies,
I've seen too much hate, not enough love,
Try and change my mind, I dare you.
Am I wrong about this? Am I wrong about us?
Give me a sign before it goes too far and someone gets hurt.