I cannot handle all of the bullshit right now. Someone is joking. Like severely yanking my chain. It’s my chain. Lay off it.
At some point in time I will realize the people who matter and the ones to just let go
"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
Listening to this one with my frands
Jamming to this one on the 16 hour road trip
My two best friends in the world are coming in town this weekend. I am hella excited.
I kind of want to take next semester, not next year, off. Graduate next December? It doesn’t sound too bad to me.
"I ruined myself for a lot of people that werent even worth it"
Today is the first bad day in a long time. I want this to be over, but days like today just remind me of what the rest of my life is going to be like.
(Source: askaboutnikki, via thatkindofwoman)
Everything I’ve ever learned in my child development classes tells me that my mental disposition is the most toxic to a child. Essentially that I should never be a mother. Not just to biological children, but even adopted.
This has always lingered with me, but today showed that any children of mine would have a greater chance of being confused in attachment than of feeling a strong bond towards me. Children with insecure attachment later develop social or behavioral problems themselves, or at least have a greater chance.
Here’s to a broken heart. Here’s to many broken dreams. Here’s to that tomorrow that will never be.
(Source: afieldguy.com, via ontwolanesof-freedom)