Dont tell my parents this. But you know what I realized in the past two weeks of traveling? Seeing new things and eating new foods and meeting new people is great, but without someone you love to share it with, its not so great. Its a tad lonely. No one will ever be able to share these memories with me. I can tell him and them all I want about my trip, but they will never fully understand. They will never be able to say, “yes, I understand. I was there. I am here with you.” Theres a deepness in traveling. But it needs somewhere to go.
What am I. The past year has had its fun beating the happiness out of me. And the person who has been my rock, the one who helps me look up when all I want to do is stay down, who helps me stand and help others when I can’t even help myself, I’m leaving him in less than a month. And Im so scared of what’s going to happen when I leave him. But I think im more scared of what will happen if I dont. I dont know who I am anymore. Or who I’ve become.
I love the Pushing Daisies universe because it’s this beautiful little bright world where people live in windmills and keep bees and everyone’s jobs are things like lighthouse keeping, illusionists, and scratch-and-sniff book authors. But it’s teeming with cold-blooded murder.
Typewriter Series #861 by Tyler Knott Gregson
yourself in a world
which is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody else means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight and never stop fighting. e.e. cummings
with your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver
this dudebro in my english class said that ophelia deserved to die because “she led hamlet on” and my teacher threw her book against the wall
your teacher’s aim sucks