How completely alone I am. Had a minor accident at work and had to go to A and E and as I sat there I realised I didn’t have anyone with me or anyone to call. The Doctor was the kindest person I’ve talked to in weeks and he even called me a ‘Tough Cookie’ but I haven’t stopped crying since.
I want new friends and texting buddies and late night adventures and spontaneous road trips and plane tickets to your city and food i’ve never tried and friendship that feels genuine and pictures to prove it was all real.
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”—Robert Frost, Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening (via observando)
i wish there wasn’t a stigma about doing things alone. you can’t go out to eat alone, you can’t see a movie alone, basically anything fun, you’re looked down on for doing alone and it’s so stupid you shouldn’t need other people to validate your decisions
They’re not joking when they say it’s the littlest of things that can put you in an instant bad mood. It’s absurd how much of an effect we let them have on us but at the time, it seems like an appropriate response.
“My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.”—Laurell K. Hamilton (via planb-becomeapirate)
westerners are obsessed with the idea of happiness as if it’s a constant state of being. happiness comes in moments. you dont “achieve” happiness. you experience it along with every other emotion on the spectrum. if you spend your life chasing this constructed idea of happiness you will never even be remotely content. work on being whole and feeling everything while increasing the happy moments. stop trying to be a “happy person.” just be a person.