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My (current) life in a gif. I seriously respond like to this like all the time. Same pause and everything.
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1. Sexual orientation.
2. What I’m really bad at.
3. The one person whose arms I’d like to be in.
4. My best first date.
5. A description of my self-esteem.
6. Who my best friends are.
7. My favorite book.
8. Biggest turn-offs.
9. A description of my best friend.
10. My favorite animal.
11. Someone I miss.
12. The reason behind my last breakup.
13. What I did yesterday.
14. What my greatest achievement is.
15. A description of the person I dislike most.
16. My 5 favorite songs right now.
17. How my last kiss went down.
18. What I find attractive in the preferred sex.
19. All of the pets I’ve ever had.
20. Favorite flavor of ice cream.
21. The one place I want to be right now.
22. The meanest thing anyone has ever said to me.
23. Where I have lived before.
24. I’ll love you if…
25. What are my future plans?
26. An internal conflict I have with myself.
27. What I’m doing tomorrow.
28. What I want to be when I get older.
29. Most embarrassing moment.
30. Two of my insecurities.
31. What I would do if I won the lottery.
32. A description of the boy or girl I like.
33. What I love most about myself.
34. My biggest pet peeves.
35. What bands I’ve seen live.
36. How many kids I want in the future.
37. My idea of a perfect date.
38. What I’m really good at.
39. Most traumatic experience.
40. Where I would like to live.
41. The nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
42. Do I like where I am now?
43. My relationship with my sibling(s).
44. All the pets I’ve ever had.
45. What I can hear right now.
46. My biggest worry currently.
47. Something I’ve wished for repeatedly.
48. My relationship with my parents.
49. Something I should have said a long time ago.
50. What my last text message says.
51. What I hate most about myself.
52. Biggest turn-ons.
53. What words upset me the most.
54. What I hate/hated the most about school.
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late afternoon sunshine filtering in through my blinds.
my favorite slow song coming though my headphones, pouring in.
my heart beating, racing, feeling.
thinking of things that never were and never will be.
bittersweet smile on my face because i think of you and our place.
we were so young.
and now we’ve grown and changed and maybe we would of been better together now than before.
everything is confused and hurt and heavy. and i don’t want to feel this way.
“don’t you worry child, see heaven has a plan for you.”
I would say that in the book of life, never spend time reading the chapters you’ve already written. You have new words to pen and new experiences to describe and new imagery to capture. The only time you should ever flip a page backwards instead of forward is when you reread the moments that you look back on saying, “It was one of those nights,” or days or whatever. The ones that have a moment or a series of moments that defined you and left you permanently imprinted, just like your pen stains the page with its ink
I saw him for the first time today in ages. And he didn’t say anything to me. I don’t think he even looked at me or even in my direction. And I do realize that maybe I could of said something but I didn’t know what. “Hey?” And then what? Exactly. I want to be able to say “Hey you,” like I used to and walk with him upstairs and hang out with him and his friends while they play Call of Duty. I’d play with his hair, let him fix it by shaking it, and then play with it some more. I’d tell him I hate his new hair cut but it’s okay. I’d rub his back while he’s leaning forward, intent on getting the next kill. And then he’d lean back when his friends weren’t paying attention and surprise me with a quick kiss. I can feel myself smiling as he turns back to the game. But that was then. And I snap back into reality, my grin instantly fading. And that’s all over now. And I still care. Apparently letting go for him was a lot easier than it is for me.
(via yanilavigne)
Upon the hill across the blue lake,
That’s where I had my first heartbreak.
I still remember how it all changed.
(Source: pharaola)
I could really torment myself forever. Pick the guy I was last close with and had feelings for. Get on Tumblr or Twitter or Pinterest. Scroll forever, linking every hand-holding fingers-interlacing gif, every possible date idea, every love quote all to his name, his smile, his face, the butterflies he gave me, and how holding his hand made me feel. He’ll never know how every little thing he said, he did, he didn’t do, he made me feel, he left for me to hold forever. It’s not even about holding onto old feelings, I just haven’t found any new ones yet to dedicate my attention and time to. I replay the memories, every minute with and without you. I still remember and repeat in my head all the countless conversations, the things I said to you, what you said to me.
I’m caught in the struggle. The struggle of being a young adult. Young as in I still have my imagination and creativity and ideas of an ideal world. Adult as in I see the black and white and gray areas and aspects of everything around me. It’s so hard. My childlike nature wants to hate it when someone becomes everything they said they’ll never be, but my breaking adulthood reminds me that change is inevitable and you must learn to embrace it. It’s so hard.
It’s unbelievable. And how those days can drive you back into the arms of the ones who never loved you. The ones you left. And the loneliness can drive you crazy and make you doubt every time you’ve ever walked away.
(Source: this--too--shall--pass, via yanilavigne)
