we grow. it hurts at first

i’ll have to remember you for longer than i knew you, and i don’t think i’ll ever come to terms with that.

the moon is proud of you

and so are the stars

and so is the sun 

the aliens are watching you, a little confused about your life choices but are proud of you too

That comet’s judging you but that comet’s an asshole

long distance internet friendships are so frustrating like i want to go hang out at your place. i want to bring that snack u like if ur sad. i want to go to the cinema and watch a movie together. i wish we could randomly decide to drive down to the beach one friday night and look at the stars. we drifted apart and idk if you're alive. nobody would think to tell you if i died. i hope you're okay

i think there's something so beautiful about postcards and how they say that yes i was in this beautiful place but i still couldn't stop thinking about you

i just think that love letters, like- someone sitting down and taking the time to write down all of their feelings because they need to tell you in a way that lasts longer than them just telling you? god, when

candles are how we keep fires as pets

this is unnecessarily adorable

being in your 20s is like: i’m so young i’m so old. i should do everything i should rest. i can do what i want but i need to be careful. i’m an Adult™ but i need help from an Adult™. i’m so smart i’m so stupid. i’m leaving i feel left behind. i want to be a kid again and i can’t wait to be old. i’ve done a lot i’ve done nothing. i wanna be alone but i’m so lonely. like.... what the hell ??

forgot to add: i wanna have fun i need to be more serious. i need to achieve goals i need to enjoy life. i understand completely but what the hell is going on. i want to love i want to be independent. i don't care but i haven't stopped thinking about it. live laugh love die cry hate

They should make a "are you mad at me" that is taken neutrally and informationally every time and doesn't make everything worse when you ask it

I can’t stand people that don’t let me speak hyperbolically. If I can’t respond to a minor inconvenience that someone should get shot in the fucking head for it then what’s the point of it all.

i don’t like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back

the best part about having a job is being able to go through doors other people aren’t allowed to use the worst part is everything else