It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
Some friendships, no matter how real and enduring they might seem in that moment, belong only to that moment. We blame ourselves; wonder where we went wrong, what we could have done to change it, but the truth is we couldn’t have done anything.
We were exactly what we needed then, but not now. Sometimes things are better left perfectly in the past.
Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?
Good fucking riddance to 2014
I ask not for any crown
But that which all may win;
Nor try to conquer any world
Except the one within.
I finally answered vangoe’s qs which remained idle in my drafts for 4 months omg I’m sorry
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