when it isn’t nostalgia. It isn’t sadness. It isn’t longing. It isn’t even fucking wondering.

It’s just a moment of stillness in your mind. A moment that has lingered throughout your day and has kept you content.

Piece by piece it falls together. Just the tiny moments, the dreams you dream when you’re asleep and not controlling.

The moment of stillness, when life just grabs you hard and embraces you with its touch to let you know, to be still. All will be okay.

It’s hard when you have standards, that’s why all the uglies and the fatties are married.

Everyone goes through that one relationship…where they are with someone who is basically horrible…but we get infatuated with them cause they are manipulators and we defy all logic

-a good friend.

3 more days until I’m free of this hell

We’re told…that all things are bad.

Bad is not good and good is not bad.

Bad and good go together.

You have to accept one to understand the other.

You’ve got to accept yourself as God.

You’ve got to realize that you’re the Devil as much as you’re God.

That you’re everything and nothing at all.

-CM

when you highlight a piece of text its because it’s important and because it means something to you. You should highlight all your days