One Thing You Can Always Count On Is That Hearts Change.

This is painful.

“Do you like me?”

“No.”

“Why? I give you my all”

“I didn’t accept it.”

“I was very fond of you, but now I’m so, so tired. I’m not happy to go, but one needn’t be happy to make another start.”

— Albert Camus

“You will never find time for anything. If you want the time, you must make it.” - Charles Buxton

You’ll think you found someone great because he texts you that he misses you when he’s alone in bed at night until you meet someone who texts you that he misses you in the middle of the day when he’s surrounded by people. Then you’ll realize that sometimes you don’t know what’s actually great until you find better.

Reblogging because I saw a group of friends so happy together. I want to feel those too with friends (if I ever get to have). Only if I'm social enough (which I wouldn't even dare try).

I. AM. FEELING. ENVIOUS. HAHAHAHA. WHY DON'T I HAVE FRIENDS?

I need someone right now. Someone I can tell what I'm feeling right now. That I'm sad and hurt. Just... Why don't I have friends? Why the fuck am I crying already? This is shit.

I miss being on the road.

I miss waking up in an unfamiliar place. I miss seeing a place for the first time. I miss the motion, the laughs, uncommon frustration, the eyes scanning the sky, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

I miss the sight from the moving bus window and realize how similar and different life can be base on where we come from. That these places are home to people who live here their whole life, who spend their childhoods chasing every street and corner, and we are just passer by.

Some people travel to escape, and some people travel to be home. And maybe I’m stuck in between. Stuck on the road, where most of life can be found.

Maybe my home is the open sky. It’s the taste of salt water in the air, the silence of the trees, and the road in front of us waiting for new beginnings.

“The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of your dreams.” - Oprah Winfrey

“I’m here to praise a moment that I believe has been slept on: when Peter Kavinsky (Noah Centineo) takes Lara Jean’s scrunchie out because he thinks she looks pretty with her hair down, insists on taking a photo to prove it to her, and then looks at the photo he took and gives a fond, snuffly “Aw!”. [It] takes place early in the fake relationship the two have agreed to pursue […] But that doesn’t mean he has to be dismissive or unkind to his partner in deception. And he’s not! Even in this private moment, when there’s no reason to perform interest in her, he’s just out here making Lara Jean feel pretty and lovable. It’s wild how confusing it feels to see a boy in a teen movie being so tender with a girl without the clear and immediate goal of getting in her pants. There’s no brusqueness or dickishness; he doesn’t deride her youthful style or become exasperated that he has to deal with her naiveté about the party scene. Instead, he’s warm and earnest. The “aw” is an affectionate little sound that says “we’re technically faking this, but I genuinely think you’re wonderful and I’m happy being around you.” Boys who genuinely like and respect girls are maybe a thing that we should portray and valorize more.“

— Let’s Talk About Peter Kavinsky And That Scrunchie Scene (insp. | huffpost)

I just realized! Dying in space means easy travel to the heaven!

"Oh, San Pedro! You're here so fast! Excited to send me, huh? Oh, you're just near? That explains why—what?! The heaven's just at one of the asteroids on the belt?!"

I would love to die in space. So if ever I'll become an astronaut and the mission failed even before the vessel I'm in haven't landed yet, don't feel sorry or sad. I've died away from people! Why feel that way! It's actually freaking awesome!