XOXO

You are not the same person you were six months ago. You are not the same person you were two weeks ago. You keep changing. You never stop changing.

me on insta.

I want someone who makes me feel like the song Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

i hate how my entire day can be ruined because of a particular conversation i had, or because of how someone phrased something or because of the tone they used. i hate how i am so horribly sensitive that what counts for me as a “bad day” hinges entirely on the most insignificant things. things other people can shrug off, but they weigh heavy on me all day.

when ur heart does the !!!!! thing when someone texts you and youre like fuck…prolly gonna fall in love with them

i’d like to formally call myself out on being such a needy and emotionally confusing person

Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and pay visit. I am independent. I am content.

Remember when Netflix and Tumblr didn’t exist and you read like 10 books a week? Good times.

I go from being full of sweet positive life to empty and full of despair like every other hour and that’s why I sleep so often and am never quite present in conversation