I get the feeling we’ve met before. Maybe our energies have crossed paths as stardust or rotting plants
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything.
― 2am thoughts (via fluro)
So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.
They told me to write down how I felt and I tried to, but somehow the paper stayed empty, and I couldn’t have said it any better…
― (via simply-kennaa)