I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved

I saw a comment underneath this once, reading “furthermore, i wonder who would still catch me” (via meggordon)

euo:

"A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
Romeo + Juliet (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann

euo:

"A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Romeo + Juliet (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann

I feels as though I am splitting myself from my past; if that makes any sense… It’s as if all of the events of my life, good and bad,  are colliding simultaneously making violent explosions of emotion just so that I cannot even pinpoint the source. It’s a very strange process for me, as traditionally, I have sought out comfort whenever moments like this begin to happen. Now, I am excluding myself from those comforts. Now I must confront these situations from a different approach— dealing with them.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

Once, while sitting over a free cup of coffee, I started making a list of everything I lost. The list got very long very quick, so I decided to erase that.

Once, while sitting over a free cup of coffee, I started making a list of everything I had left. Much harder now, and so much more full of quality, the list started to make me smile. We never really lose everything. After all, there’s always going to be a place somewhere with free cups of coffee.

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