(via squeasel)
(via squeasel)
On a whim! as most of my emotional proclamations are, and being as self absorbed as I am, I know i’ll read this again
:) I’m thankful to my boyfriend. For his merciless reality checks, for reminding me to stop caring so much for needless things, for reminding me to just be, for unintentionally teaching me how to forgive, for his acceptance, and for forcing me to realize that its all a big risk, as its always been and will be
I’m happy. My need for certainty cheats me outta peace. I’m usually busy preparing or doubting or just watching myself transcend happiness instead of simply feeling it. I think I’m doing that now by choosing to analyze myself instead of reading this really good book next to me
why can’t we be sacred, honest beings? why do we have to be painfully, tenuously human
(via journalofanobody)