#mosov

Disfruta un poco de todo, sufre de todo un poco. Vive, vive, vive. Las memorias hechas se desvanecerán mañana, como huellas en la arena. Pero el tramo recorrido será el recordatorio de que lo que dejaste atrás existió.

stop obsessing

how to deal with unfairness?

i feel so useless when im not working, but so miserable when im doing it

stop dreaming about him

im at this point in my life in which im ready to move on, but im holding to the last pieces of things that are unique, not good or bad specifically, just...different i mean, imagine you’ve gone to a restaurant before, enough time to know what to expect from how they cook their food and make their drinks, you’ve hear every song in their playlist, and the soft color of the walls matches perfectly with the furniture that decorates the room, all made of wood. now it’s closed forever. and while you’ve been muggled twice there, served soup with hair more times you can remember, you still hold dear the good memories you’ve created there.  now, you’ve been going to a new restaurant for a while, everything seems fine for now, you love how bright and clean the place always looks, it has been taken care of carefully since everything is made of glass and crystals, contrasting to the rustic style of your previous daily restaurant. while the people who used to hang out in the previous restaurant were rude-looking, you’ve never felt judged by them, but here...here people look proud and beautiful, and that might be fine, but they’ve got the awkward judgmental stare you dislike, and yes, it’s a small price to pay for everything good this new place seems to have. but sometimes you find yourself missing certain things the old place provided you despise how awful you might have felt at times. you don’t really miss the restaurant, it was closed because it was unsanitary, it needed to happen, you got sick by eating there a few times too. but the mix of some good things it had...the feeling it gave you, that, that you miss. how comfy it feels. felt? but its just a thought, it doesnt stop you from going to the new restaurant you’ve found. after months of trying out new places and finding them either boring, or too perfect or just simply not feeling confortable... you’ve chosen a place, right? the old restaurant is now just a memory, that wasnt really as good as you try to paint it for yourself, but it’s all you knew and now...now its gone. you are ready to move on, but it feels like you dont want to get used to the new restaurant just yet... because it would mean the old one doesnt exist anymore, and it doesnt but you are clinging to its ghost so it wont completely dissapear. the feeling of comfyness you are looking for, you will find it. but you gotta let yourself do it. i guess time will tell.

im getting tired