On The Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Same

i like the summertime because i feel like i am returning to a version of myself that only exists from may–august but she is always the same person each time and i like being her and seeing the world through her eyes again

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

If you surround yourself with people who are genuine and open, you never have to worry about saying the wrong thing or being too upfront.

The sexual tension between a girl and not feeling real every time her birthday comes around