tumblr made me a much more tolerant and less judgmental person like my cousin be like “omg look at that bitch eyebrows she drew them damn near in her hairline” and i’m like shrug maybe the bitch wanted to have eyebrows in her hairline you don’t know shit about her life.
I guess I’m just immune to getting my heart broken. It’s a routine, actually. I meet someone I connect with, it goes great for a while but then I start to freak out and I realize that I actually have no idea what I’m doing. I slowly detach myself from that person, making it harder and harder for them to try to fix things until I’ve pushed them to the point of no return. When I realize my mistake, it’s too late and there’s no fixing it. I hurt for a couple of weeks and then realize that life goes on. I never talk to them and forget they exist. They become nothing to me. Their memory deletes from my mind and their name no longer means anything to me. It’s a never ending cycle and I’m just waiting for the guy that will make me want to keep fighting for us..I keep waiting for the guy whose name will forever stay in my mind and in my heart.
i always had my head wrapped around the idea of getting into a wonderful university and getting a good job and getting married and having a family and being able to support them but for some reason now all i want to do is travel and eat new foods and meet new people and get a tan and buy a one way ticket and not come home
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