A dry spell can quickly turn into tumbleweeds. A few months can turn into a few years. Time is always screwing you up like that. It’s always reminding you that, contrary to what you might think, you’re not calling the shots. Time is. Time dictates everything and it can either kill something or make it grow. Things have already changed. They’ve been changing and I’ve just been too frightened to acknowledge it. Just be nostalgic, just think about a day that’s not today, and you’ll be fine. You won’t have to move forward. That’s how it works, right? If I don’t pay attention to what’s happening right now, if I choose to focus on the stuff that’s already happened, I’m freezing time. Right? Wrong. It’s this kind of thinking that has led me here, that has caused me to forget the most valuable skill of all and be writing this stupid thing in the first place. I’m not sure what it is that I want. A boyfriend who can reteach me what it feels like to be cared for, to be protected. A boyfriend who can teach me how to not be so terrified of everything. The irony is that I’m an intimate person. I thrive off intimacy. But in the past few years, something has shifted to the point where I’m just frightened of human connection. It’s the one thing I crave the most but it’s also the main thing I run away from. —
Forgetting How To Love Someone | Thought Catalog
brittjuravich:
it’s bad if you use my enlarger, but the worst is when your enlarger needs to be fixed so you can’t use it and are forced to find a new one
ssweaterweather:
how is it possible for one person to both make you the happiest you’ve ever been and the saddest you’ve ever been
my entire existence can be summed up by “a pleasure to have in class”
softerworld:
A Softer World: 800
(My sad feelings go SNIKT!)
troyandabed:
bon iver ft. me rolling around my bedroom floor in despair
every morning: fuck my life why the shit did I go to bed so late god why do I do this to myself okay that's it tonight I'm going to bed at 6PM no excuses this is ridiculous
3AM that night: well fuck
