Being hurt is horrible but hurting someone you love so bad is worse. Karma should be a boxer. I want it to come punch me in the face really hard. Or better still, bruises should be invisible so I could punch myself.
“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”—(via nluh)
Good morning Tumblr. My eyes are sleepy but I feel too stressed to sleep though I know working will be more productive in the morning. Despite giving myself the biggest work load and juggling an array of commitments, I feel content. Gotta stay on top of work before that dog comes back.