“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”—Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via f-era)
me:AND WE'RE THE THREE BEST FRIENDS THAT ANYBODY COULD HAVE, WE'RE THE THREE BEST FRIENDS THAT ANYONE COULD HAVE, WE'RE THE THREE BEST FRIENDS THAT ANYONE COULD HAVE AND WE'LL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER LEAVE EACH OTHER
“So I sent an email to 7 of my friends, including Sarah, and I said, ‘Does anyone want to go see ‘Lost in Translation’ tonight?’ and then I sent an email immediately afterwards to the 6 of my friends who weren’t Sarah and I said, ‘NOT YOU.’”—John Green, on how he asked out his wife for the first time. (via imaginecomplexly)
I feel as if I’m restless, itching to get out of my current surroundings, looking for something new.
But at the same time, I’m trying to stay in the present, meet my short-term goals successfully, stay in the moment.
I think I’m lost, but I’m hopeful?
In the grand scheme of things, life is going pretty great. I have amazing friends that I care about, a supportive family, a job that I love, the freedom to do or go wherever I want, whenever I want, and am working on completing a college education at a top-ranked university.
I’m always looking for more, though. And there’s still a nagging reminder of the emptiness from the past. It gets better, slowly, surely, but sometimes I think it’s too slow to bear. It’s the quiet moments, when I can stop and breathe, that the weight bears down upon me. And so, accordingly, I do all I can to stay busy, constantly.
I’m trying to become a better person, in all that I do. I truly am. The path to getting there just isn’t always clear.
Well, you and me, we’d run away to be wherever our adventure awaits, And time would be a distant memory, nobody could tell us to stay, Well, I’ve been dreaming ever since I’ve seen your heaven when you came my way.
“So, my little Amélie, you don’t have bones of glass. You can take life’s knocks. If you let this chance pass, eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So, go get him, for Pete’s sake!”—(via frozenseawithin)
(Because life is rubbish if you focus on the bad.)
I realized a reason I like my job is because sometimes I’m legitimately helping people, whether it’s making their days or jobs a little easier, whether it’s by finding them whatever they need, etc. When someone genuinely says thank you, it makes me feel good inside, that I’ve done something worthwhile for them.
I’m making better use of the few chunks of time that I have available to me. So far, quick dinners and changing from work clothes into casual jeans and a hoodie have made all the difference.
Running around at Lunar New Year, dealing tickets on the DL to those who needed a fix, and just being able to relax for once, without worrying about anything or anyone.
Meeting up with DC and seeing familiar faces (and making awkward speeches, like a boss). I wish I could go to VIBE, but I’ll be at All Cal for sure :)
Now, home, listening to good music, and working on a research project proposal.
Maybe just not focusing on it will let it fix itself, because some things you can’t fix on your own.