Just detach. Let it end. Accept whatever life brings your way. Not everything is meant to last, and not every story gets a happy ending. Loosen your grip. Stop forcing what no longer fits. Make peace with what's over and allow yourself to breathe again.
last night i was talking to a friend and i finally realized that nothing belongs to me, it never has and in reality im just a passerby in others lives.
you bloom where you are loved, and that is why you need to learn how to move on, to walk away from suffocating spaces where you can no longer stretch your limbs out. to live well, you have to learn how to leave.
I’m at that weird age where every younger person I meet makes me realize how much l've aged, and every older person I meet makes me realize I'm still a baby.
if love ever finds me again, may the universe let me meet someone who loves me as deep as i do. Someone who is never okay with hurting me. Someone who is loyal, kind & devoted. Someone who will never make me feel unwanted, someone who feels like home & also finds home in me.
in a world full of people who want their homes to look modern & lifeless, this is what I like. this is so warm & homey. this pic feels like a hug from your grandma.