((((( honestly, I’m not sure how I’m going to make it another 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 years )))))))

starting to think I don’t actually know how to be a human being!!!! I’d like to go back in time or go back to FW, either works!!!!! Really feel like I’m losing my mind!!! Can’t make it work!

i want to be better; i don’t know how to get there but i have to try

inkskinned:

Okay. Come on, then. I love you, get up, we are going to keep going. Repeat this to yourself in a mirror or in a whisper or in the shower or in a shout. I love you, get up, keep going.

I am tired too. It’s okay. We will sleep in the car ride over. We will sleep on each other’s shoulders. We will sleep upside down and in the laps of new friends and on the bellies of our lovers and in the hands of better tomorrows. We will sleep and we will wake up rested and we will wake up happy and we will wake up home again.

I love you, get up. It’s time to write “maybe next time” on our gravesite. It’s time to write: it could not kill me, I would not die. It’s time to write a love letter to the sun and our one-act play and the history of our keychains. It is time to write a future where despite everything, we are finally warm and safe.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Get up. Keep going. We are going to be okay.

metrosouthern:

“I imagined that my own life was simple and sweet, and sometimes it was,”

— Joan Didion, from “The White Album”

quotemadness:

“Who the hell said you no longer had it in you?”

— Charles Bukowski

slugparts:

steercleardarlingdeer:

I need to remember how I feel now so that when life has it’s hard times (I know they’re coming sometime, it’s inevitable) I can look back on this and know it is possible to be this incredibly happy; it is possible to be in love with life and view the world as a beautiful, beautiful place.

“it is possible to be incredibly happy”; I pray these feelings return to me someday soon

steercleardarlingdeer:

“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but ‘Mom’s’ probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.”

— Kalyn RoseAnne (via sad-plath)

anditslove:

“So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via anditslove)