“And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.”
— Augusten Burroughs (via perrfectly)
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“And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.”
— Augusten Burroughs (via perrfectly)
Life is so fragile.
feeling suffocated by my own anxiety
some part of my heart and mind just hurt and I think I’m afraid to come to terms with it
do you ever feel that gut-wrenching emptiness that sits in the back of your mind despite everything that might be going right in your life
You know what’s really awesome? The feeling you get after winter is over and the air is finally warm and you open your windows and then a while later you walk into your room and it smells like a new beginning
Yes ma'am please just fill out the paperwork and my supervisor will be with you in a moment
@tiffaeny
What makes love real: the lover, the loved one, or the means by which love is conveyed?
Christopher Orr, The Atlantic
Everything you love is here
I’ll be happy when I have the perfect life.(?)
One of the more difficult places to be in this whole ‘being in your 20s’ thing is probably gauging how you’re doing in this life.
We have this ideal that when we get started in our career, when we find the right relationship, when we buy the right things, when we live in the perfect city, we’ll be happy. But there’s not exactly a straight-forward answer as to how to measure when you’re happy, right? We could be right now, but because of everything that can happen in the future, we assume that we aren’t exactly satisfied yet. It is undoubtedly true that we should consistently push forward toward improvement and exceeding the norms--but is that something that has transformed us to think that it’s impossible to be okay with where we’re currently at?
While it may not be exactly a 20-something year old thing, it definitely has been more prominent at this post-graduate/early adult life period. Being someone I want to be versus being someone I should practically be is never really the easiest answer. There’s a struggle knowing that you have to sacrifice aspects or possibilities to get to where you want to be. But which sacrifices do you have to make? What if you don’t make the right ones? What if that time was wasted because you made a mistake?
I’m not looking for all the answers, I just want one.
Blue Valentine (2010, Derek Cianfrance)
I just need to know
that I have a chance and that I can do it. If anything I just need to know that there’s a possibility and that if I really try hard and if I really set my mind to it, I can do it.
Being the person you think you should be and trying to be the person you want to be is more difficult than I expected.
It’s not just my room that’s starting to feel emptier lately.