the thought of losing a friend stings. the pain of losing a parent revisits you. the insanity of losing someone who has become your very heart sliced you right in two.
Ellen Hopkins, Tricks
Love wasn’t a great, burning bushfire that swept across your soul and charred you beyond recognition. It was being there, simply that. It was a few people, standing together in a living room, trimming a Christmas tree with decorations that represented the sum total of who they were, where they’d been, what they believed in. It was simple, every day moments that laid like bricks, one stop another, until they formed a foundation so solid that nothing could make them fall. Not wind, not rain… not even the faded, watercolor memories of a once bushfire passion.
Angel Falls, Kristin Hannah (the kind of love i hope to have someday)
Adulthood is wanting to cry for 4 days straight but not having the time
Gotta schedule my breakdowns now
(via gayforsunsets)
im going to a christmas cookie party tomorrow and we were supposed to bake cookies that reflected our holiday spirit and cheer so ofc i made grinch cookies and they came out bland asf because i forgot to add the vanilla and almond extract and if that doesn’t speak volumes to how much i don’t like this holiday idk man
adults do not place blame. adults understand that everyone makes mistakes and find solutions to fix them. adults are sympathetic and compassionate and kind. if you can’t do this, i can’t fuck with you.
