Adventure awaits

even after everything that has tried to destroy us we’re here alive breathing in incredible amounts of pain but dealing with it. and i think that’s the point

“Love sounds promising. It is not.”

and most of the time i don’t think i miss you. i wake up and i don’t miss you i eat breakfast (black coffee and a bagel) and i don’t miss you i go to work, make spreadsheets and pay the bills and i don’t miss you. but then i go home and you’re not standing in the kitchen making pasta and you don’t smile when you see me walk through the door because you’re not there. so i eat dinner by myself (not pasta because you made the best pasta and mine tastes like shit) and i miss you i watch another episode of the show we started watching together and i miss you i go to bed early because i feel sad and lonely and broken, but i can’t sleep, because you’re not lying next to me, and i actively, with every piece of my soul, miss you. i miss you so much it hurts.  and then the next morning i wake up and i don’t miss you.

“i don’t want your body but i’d hate to think about you with somebody else”

We are all born so beautiful. The greatest tragedy is being convinced we are not.

I really want to believe that one day I’ll meet someone and have no doubts that I’m supposed to be with him for the rest of my life and that he’d never hurt me and that I can completely be myself around him. But until then I’ll keep texting boys I’m already over and getting drunk with boys I’m not sure about and learning lessons that I really need to learn.