"I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it."

Ernest Hemingway

I think about this often.

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What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.

this deserve so many notes

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Can one person just care about me & put in effort towards me. Just one.



I’ve been so strong for so long. that’s not even it though. I’ve been too busy to remember how weak I am. today’s events on top of my exhaustion gave me too much time to think of everything and loathe myself. my life is okay. it’s nothing bad at all. I don’t even know why I’m so god damn upset…