life is strange. the other night when i was working, someone smelled just like you. it was like a slap to the face, followed by the surfacing of a lot of memories. then, a couple days later, you come into my life again. it feels as though every time i start to feel good about moving on from you, you have to pop back in and remind me of your existence. “i miss talking to you”…the words that i have always wanted to hear, but that i know don’t mean what i want them to.
Love, Always.
I am an artistically inclined psychology major, an excessive tea drinker, an honest heart exploding with emotion, a thoughtful mind, a burst of colour in the grey of winter, a hopeless procrastinator, a shoulder to rest your head on, and an ear to listen. I try to be the best version of myself, and I believe in love above all else. Honesty is very important to me, even if it is not the easiest path to take. I don't believe in regrets. I am excited about what the future has in store for me.
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It is so easy to think like this. But you can’t. People value you for different reasons than the other friends they have, and they enjoy spending time with you as much as they enjoy spending time with those friends. They might just enjoy your company differently. And that is okay!
(via 500daysofglenn)
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