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this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

but this is kinda good cause honestly I don’t need to know all of that

hey everything that has ever left me, can you return back to me one final time

real sufferers can see the end before it even starts

there’s this specific bittersweet nostalgia that comes with very old friends. once upon a time we were spent every day together but now we live in different cities. now we settle for social media likes and sending each other memes and fleeting meet ups when our busy lives allow. there’s still so much love there, but I miss the days when you were a part of my daily life and routine. I miss being young together I miss being girls together

adulthood is weird because there’s simultaneously so much grief and so much joy