this too shall pass but the fuck was that for
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this too shall pass but the fuck was that for
lets move!
Sometimes I miss my old life a lot. I had to let go of a lot of things in the last few years, and I get waves of sadness when I let those thoughts sit in my head without realizing.
I am nostalgic for my old life, but there's no way I can go back. Even If I did, it's never going to be the same again.
I hope I can find some peace with that. I hope it stop haunting me.
I miss writing. I want to start again, but not really sure how to.
on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed
Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End
can you just believe in yourself and see what happens? you’re spent all this time being unsure, but really, where does that get you? have faith in yourself. you are more capable than you think
Turning 30 this year and I hope to enter a new era more sure of my choices.
— Banana Yoshimoto, “Kitchen”
they should invent a january that doesn’t make you go through every emotion known to mankind every day
Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.