But honestly.
Forget who he is. Remember to forget. Remember how he walks, the color of his skin, the curve of his neck, the shape of his lips, and find it in the strangers you meet day after day. Find him in other people and think how truly ordinary he is because you see him so much in other people. People you don’t even know. People you know. Fight the nostalgia. Be in understated comfort knowing he wasn’t really special to begin with.
—Nicole Marino
I’m inviting that part of myself, thinking if I repress it, it will go away. But it won’t. And now that I’ve accepted it, it can’t control me.
—The Vampire Diaries
(Source: cameramind)
I realized that more than anything, I was just tired. I was tired of getting up every day and brushing my teeth and putting on clothes and going about my business, filling up the hours of the day until it got dark, when I’d start to unwind and maybe drink a glass of wine or a can of beer and write something to make somebody think about something and get into bed and lie there feeling dissatisfied for a while until I fell asleep, woke up and did it all again. It was all pretty tiring stuff.
—Thought Catalog
But seriously. Stay in your damn spot.