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So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

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The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

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Remember when GPOYs on tumblr were a thing? Is it still a thing or is it just as simple as calling it a selfie now? I guess it doesn’t make a difference any more. So hey hi hello guys I’m still alive, thanks for not unfollowing me because all I ever do now is reblog things from my phone. My tumblr used to better than this and I promise my face looks better when it’s not post-nap as shown above.
Looking through my archive revealed that the last time I really wrote anything personal on here was about nine months ago. It’s very possible it was more recent than that because I’ve fallen off of tagging my posts, but eh - let’s face it, your girl got lazy.
Most people make resolutions for the new year, but I always find myself reaching a stagnant point in the middle of summer, and as a result, having a series of life-revealing epiphanies that end with me on a week-long drunk binge somewhere. This is the longest I’ve gone, on a grand scale, constantly surrounded by people and/or activity (read: distractions), which means anxiety-induced restlessness alongside an unstable tolerance that is bursting at its seams.
The thing though is that I can’t say that I’m completely unhappy. I used to be so god damn miserable all the god damn time, regardless of whether I showed it or not. Call it aging or just not giving a fuck anymore, but I’m fooling myself into being better than I used to be.
My question is this: when is it going to catch up with me? How much longer can I keep this charade up, go through the motions, and feel like I have no other sense of purpose? I’m good at ideas, but what does it matter when I can’t fully commit to them or make it happen? Who procrastinates on their own life? Apparently me.
I think I always end up apologizing for my posts, because who wants to hear this bullshit? I’m totally channeling early 2000s livejournal-esque blogging skills here. So hey hi hello guys, I’m still alive, thanks for not unfollowing me, but I totally understand if you do because this.
I’ll get around to writing something better someday.

Remember when GPOYs on tumblr were a thing? Is it still a thing or is it just as simple as calling it a selfie now? I guess it doesn’t make a difference any more. So hey hi hello guys I’m still alive, thanks for not unfollowing me because all I ever do now is reblog things from my phone. My tumblr used to better than this and I promise my face looks better when it’s not post-nap as shown above.

Looking through my archive revealed that the last time I really wrote anything personal on here was about nine months ago. It’s very possible it was more recent than that because I’ve fallen off of tagging my posts, but eh - let’s face it, your girl got lazy.

Most people make resolutions for the new year, but I always find myself reaching a stagnant point in the middle of summer, and as a result, having a series of life-revealing epiphanies that end with me on a week-long drunk binge somewhere. This is the longest I’ve gone, on a grand scale, constantly surrounded by people and/or activity (read: distractions), which means anxiety-induced restlessness alongside an unstable tolerance that is bursting at its seams.

The thing though is that I can’t say that I’m completely unhappy. I used to be so god damn miserable all the god damn time, regardless of whether I showed it or not. Call it aging or just not giving a fuck anymore, but I’m fooling myself into being better than I used to be.

My question is this: when is it going to catch up with me? How much longer can I keep this charade up, go through the motions, and feel like I have no other sense of purpose? I’m good at ideas, but what does it matter when I can’t fully commit to them or make it happen? Who procrastinates on their own life? Apparently me.

I think I always end up apologizing for my posts, because who wants to hear this bullshit? I’m totally channeling early 2000s livejournal-esque blogging skills here. So hey hi hello guys, I’m still alive, thanks for not unfollowing me, but I totally understand if you do because this.

I’ll get around to writing something better someday.

thedaintysquid:

mhmm

All I need in this life of sin is me and my… pizza.

thedaintysquid:

mhmm

All I need in this life of sin is me and my… pizza.

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dario-argento:

Twin Peaks: The Missing Pieces dir. David Lynch

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bonesmakebread:

Bird’s eye view.

Check out my dear friend’s tumblr.

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