2 entire years
24 months, 96 weeks, 730 days, 16 128 hours, 967 680 minutes, 58 060 800 seconds. That’s a long time.
730 butterflies, 730 lifetimes.
Just saying.
“Two Strangers” — Morgan Karr (with Jay A. Johnson and Matt Doyle) from Tales From The Bad Years by Kait Kerrigan and Brian Lowdermilk.
And this. Just this. Everything about this.
This is me. This is you. This is the us that never was and never will be. This.
(Source: breakoutofthemadness)
Tonight, for once, just this once, I will let myself. Because you have made room for yourself in my thoughts greater than I am willing to give. So the rest of my posts for the night, well, those thoughts in another’s words.
I think I miss what I thought we could have been.
(Source: haveabreakhaveakitkat, via danstumblrisawesome)
I’ve never been one for travel, never one to crave the unfamiliar, to desire to be away from the things I hold close to my heart for too long. But too much has changed. And I have too.
(via theseamaiden)
Nights like tonight I just wish I had someone to talk to. Someone who, even when I insist on nothing being wrong, will tell me that everything’ll be alright.
Nothing
Just. Nothing makes any sense. My brain scrambles. And just. Nothing.
That school, this batch. The bench, just everything and just everyone from my years spent there. The Sen10rs and SPCP have always felt like and will always be my home and my family. ♥
I feel all sorts of bad for not being able to make it to the BROleague tomorrow, but I’m sure it’ll be amazing. :)
The bad stuff’s usually harder to shake off, the good stuff more difficult to hang on to. But hey, we’ve got to try, right?
—me to Cheska Fernandez (On, well, life. Something I really need to remind myself of more often.)
