Life is not about how to survive the storm: But how to dance in the rain.
☼ Namasté
☼ Namasté
Life is not about how to survive the storm: But how to dance in the rain.
“But I swear, his arms felt like home.”— god I miss you (via konfiguriert)
I can’t sleep.
It’s 7PM and the sun is finally setting. Car lights flashing through my window. Kids still yelling at each other as they try and remember the rules to the game they learned earlier today….
Everything is so surreal. It’s like when you read a book and you feel like you’re in the story when you aren’t. Just an extra in someone else’s life.
I’m sitting here thinking about life as I know it. It all seems so chaotic yet none of my problems are big enough to shake the earth so why does it rattle my core ? My problems are weighing me down but ultimately won’t matter in the end.
- KSUBIED x
I feel so alone.
How do you know what’s right? How do you decide what you leave in the past and what you try and go back to correct?
you ask
if we can still be friends
i explain how a honeybee
does not dream of kissing
the mouth of a flower
and then settle for its leaves
- i don’t want to be friendschecking out all new followers! x
Alone
Maybe one day I won’t feel so dark. So alone and so forgotten. Everything around me is time sensitive. It’s about time that the good things are starting to fade away. Nothing good lasts. Every situation is like an hour glass. I’m just sitting on the sidelines watching as the specs fall. I can’t help it. I try and enjoy the moment but I’m constantly reminded that it won’t last. It can’t and it won’t. It’ll fade. Just like the rest of timely things.
