You are twenty this year.. Officially two decades old ;D Each year, I can’t believe how long it’s been.. I can’t really count anymore after all my midterms, but I think it’s been 10 years that I’ve known you LOL. SHOULD BE TEN. But it actually feels like we will be friends forever, I mean everyone’s always saying that best friends will fade, and you’ll make new ones, but I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone that I’ll be quite so close to (: We are so similar it’s crazy. And maybe that makes us less unique but I love it. We both understand how hard it is when nobody seems to understand us, but it’s okay because we’ll always have each other teehee. REMEMBER US SINGING ALONG TO KAGRRA AT PRINCES ISLAND PARK? I think the people running by us thought we were crazy haha, idk why but that memory is always so vivid in my mind. I can still remember what we were worrying about.. LOL summer of grade eleven? Oh the worries then… BUT THIS IS GETTING KINDA CHEESY. ALL IN ALL you better have a super fantastical dayyy and we can celebrate when I get back hehe lets go get cakeee and bubbletea and korean fooood and watch movies and go to concerts and do lots of fantastical things hehe. STAY AWESOME <3 @reveriies oh this is how i do it hehe.
“I’m good at loving books. I’m good at loving soft bed sheets. I’m good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can’t love me back, that don’t have the power to leave. And maybe, that’s why I love them.”—B.C. (via vedere-paul)
do you ever wanna talk about a thing but you know you already talk about it too much and your friends are sick of hearing about it so instead you just hold it all inside you and constantly feel like you’re gonna burst?
There’s this shitty thing that happens when you learn about the reality of racism, sexism and misogyny. You start to hear it from the mouths of your parents, grandparents, friends and siblings and you can’t ignore it anymore but you’ll see how many of them will ignore you when you speak out about it.
“If you lost your way, just ask somebody. If you lost your dream, just close your eyes again. And some day you will blossom, with your hands wide spread to the sun.”—MIYAVI ( Sakihokoru hana no you ni )
“When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.”—Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (via konnichiwamybitches)
“There are two types of waiting. There’s the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.”—unknown (via ayutas)
“Everyone’s just looking for reasons to wake up and get out of bed, some do it for nothing but a kiss, perhaps a cup of coffee, others have a harder time; no train to catch, no hand to hold, no reasons at all.”—Unknown (via psych-facts)
“You begin to forget what it means to live. You forget things. You forget that you used to feel all right. You forget what it means to feel all right because you feel like shit all the time, and you can’t remember what it was like before.”—Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via selfinspiration)
“How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?”—Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
“I can be hard to live with. You know, I don’t mean to, but I can be critical. And sometimes I think I’m just not good for people, you know, that it’s not good for them to be around me. You know, I wear them down, you know, they―they get unhappy.”—True Detective (via sad-empty)
“It’s a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, “Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn’t love me. He just couldn’t deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me.” Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way?”—Zadie Smith (via efidelity)
“Two February’s ago, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was anchored to my bed with the sadness I was letting myself drown in. Now, I daydream about surviving on 3 hours of sleep, I dread going to bed, I keep my eyes open as long as I can. My heart sinks when the sun sets, I crave daylight; I’ve fallen in love with being alive.”—Madisen Kuhn, January 18, 2014 journal entry