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på et andet tidspunkt i livet bliver det os - men ikke her, og ikke nu. og det har jeg det egentlig okay med. du er det første farvel der ikke har knust mit hjerte, og det er ikke fordi jeg ikke holder af dig. det er fordi jeg føler mig ret sikker på, at vi mødes igen et stykke nede af vejen

growing up is crying for a good sec and then being able to be like “ok bitch times up!” And stopping because you got shit to do

i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. - Haruki Murakami