Fancy Nanci ✨

I had to get rid of everything unnecessary…in order to save myself.

Some people aren’t actually anti social, they’re just very selective when it comes to the people they associate with.

“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.”

I’ll find strength in pain.

When someone could show you heaven, that person could show you hell too

I think the thing about missing someone is that it’s not constant.   You can go without thinking about them for days, weeks, months, years. Then all it takes is a familiar smell, or picking up one of their shirts from a clean basket of laundry, or reading just the right sentence in a book you only recently started. Missing someone can hit you so suddenly that you’re left reeling and disoriented, as if you’ve been abandoned, except when you look around, you’re in a place you’ve been many times before. It can hurt, right in the center of your stomach like you’ve swallowed your weight in regret. Or it can be as small as a buzz right by your ear that you take only a second to acknowledge before you swat it away.   What I know is that missing someone is humbling; it causes you to admit that you are not a solitary force in this world. When I say, “I miss you,” I’m saying that I’ve discovered a moment in my life where your absence was evident. I’m admitting that I can’t do certain things without thinking about you, and who you are, and the memories we have. And while I’m made to believe I should apologize for that…I won’t. I miss you. It’s that simple.