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You still think about it every day. You think about it less and less every day, but it’s still every day. What about 3 years ago though? What did you think about every day back then, because it wasn’t this, was it? And whatever it was, you probably don’t still think about it every day, do you? You might not even remember what it was that you couldn’t stop thinking about 3 years ago today. But that’s the point. Things that take up our entire life today, things that destroy us and feel like the literal end of the world, will mean nothing one day. One day, we might not even remember them.

You’re not over it when you stop thinking about it, you’re over it when you think about it and don’t feel anything.

I have a college love story for you. I randomly sat next to this girl in my business sales class, which was a class I wasn’t even supposed to be in- a class that I actually despised, but they wouldn’t let me drop. And she asked me for notes one day and we gradually started complaining about our professor together and making fun of his outfits and then one day I asked her to be in my group for a project. So eventually I considered this girl, Laura, to be a friend- the only one I’ve ever made in a college classroom- and then one night I was at a party in the apartment complex she lived in so I texted her to come by and she did. And I introduced her to my friend, Tom, who I had lived next door to the year before and had also invited to that same party. And let me tell you about an instant spark- the rest was history for them. They moved to Boston together after graduation and now it’s 5 years later and they’re getting married. So the point of this story is maybe you haven’t had your one little moment of fate that brought you to the love of your life, but maybe you were someone else’s one little moment of fate that brought them to theirs.

Sometimes you have to be disappointed and underwhelmed by something so you can realize it was something you shouldn’t have been caring about in the first place.

We are so focused on physical beauty we don’t know how much a soul can feed us.

You ever just wanna fuck someone so rough but love them so softly

you’re healing, slowly but surely. you will move on from this, there is light in your soul and your heart, you will make it. 

so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.

no offense to me or anything but what the fuck am i actually doing

It’s not stupid. I promise. It’s not stupid to turn into your 5 year old self and get happy beyond measure for the little things. It’s not stupid to be proud of yourself for completing a load of laundry and washing the dishes. You aren’t lame for patting yourself on the back when you chose a salad over a burger. You’re taking care of yourself and each victory - no matter how small - is worth celebrating. 

Imma judge any white person who likes this but doesn’t reblog