This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.
Today, I just got the keys to my first house.
Give it time.
Needed this today
when you hear people preach that it gets better, they aren’t joking. if it’s not better yet, it will be.
this post could literally be saving lives rn and that is why i love this website.
THAT WAS LITERALLY ME LAST YEAR TOO
The difference a year makes…
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
I’d rather be in your bed.
So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.
please do not let ferguson die out like everything else big does. do not let this die out. do not let this continue on for three days and then everyone forget about it. do not let this happen.
queue this post up 3 days from now, a week from now, a month from now, a month from then. make sure even if you forget your blog will remember.
the fact i’m seeing reblogs slow down despite the fact there is still news breaking is concerning
I have lived without
being loved for so long
that whenever anyone
tries to take care of me
I immediately retreat.
It’s not that I don’t
want to share my
forever with someone,
but when forever
means having to look
ahead with another
set of eyes, all I can
see is my alone
someday having to
rekindle the flame
of its own solitude.