I work so hard because whenever I stop I start thinking about you and that I cant stop.
Memories of you are enough to last me a Lifetime. I say as I work for a life with you anyway.
Take care, everyone.
So long 👍
Your thoughts still plague me. I still miss you. Working and working out is not working like it used to.
Everyday, and counting.
“Sometimes I feel dead, and I hate everybody”
Ottessa Moshfegh “My Year of Rest and Relaxation”
Thank
hey. don’t cry. crush two cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?
Thank
Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides again
I am most proud of myself when I make you
Smile.
This is it. The Tumblr experience. You are scrolling and bam you are called out.
I hate to overthink
But that’s just my speciality
I want to think you like me back
But my mind can’t stop thinking the opposite
I don’t want to give myself a fantasy
Knowing that it’s unrequited
Knowing that it’ll end with my heart broken
I<3
Someone go tell my home that i'm homesick for her.
😐