Theres always something perplexing about old library books- you wonder where its been and travelled, you wonder who has held it and turned its pages, you wonder whether the person enjoyed the book as much as you did anddd you wonder whether its infested with germs having been passed around for so many years.
me: you fucking broke my heart bitch
I read this and thought ‘wow that’s nice, I should reblog it’.
Then I stopped, and I read it again. Word by word, thinking hard about how I can actually apply this to my life. I’ve read it about 50 times now and I still can’t get it out of my head; what if we all did this? What if we forgot about fights, sadness, arguments, anger, and embarrassment? What if we lived for the small things and forgot about everything else?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying we should ignore important things in life or live with ‘no regrets’. All I’m saying is that it really is true; at the end of the day, all that we should really be thinking about is the little things that made us happy, even if it was for a mere second.
why can’t plane tickets be like 10 dollars
i push people away okay. i do that a lot. like a lot a lot.
BUT THEIR EYES
“WHY ARE WE HERE”
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS”
“SO MUCH LIGHT - WHY”
“OH FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS THAT”