I'm 18. I love music, as do most people. I love sweaters. I love what I do. I love sleep, driving, film, the fresh air of winter and I'm doing my best to survive
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| other people's followers: | you're so pretty! |
| other people's followers: | date me? |
| other people's followers: | hello |
| other people's followers: | your blog is flawless! |
| other people's followers: | I love you! |
| other people's followers: | how was your day? |
| other people's followers: | you're awesome! |
| other people's followers: | dude you make me fart rainbows and bleed glitter! |
| my followers: | go kill yourself |
Each of these lives is the right one! Every path is the right path. Everything could have been anything else and it would have just as much meaning.
(Source: nemoleto, via outofcontrol-echelon)
It’s funny.
You can go your whole life believing one single idea—-one future—-and this huge block of text can shatter it completely in the time that it takes to read it. I can’t say much other than certain situations that i’m in—those of which that i’m euphorically happy in—because they rarely ever happen. However, this time, I believed it would be different. I was completely and inarguably happy. There was next to nothing that could ruin it for me—-aside from approximately 300 words. These weren’t just words—these were my words; words ment for me. I cannot go on pretending like i didn’t just read these words—-there’s no way….but I have to for the duration of this allotted time. I have to fake it—just like I have for the past 18 years.
I’ll fake it and move on.
That’s what I’ll do—even if my heart is breaking.
