i’ve been thinking about my life lately. seeing it like from a distant world. feels like i’m not myself and how am i gonna do with that?
a dream feels like it will be a dream forever
is this what aging all about? not having anything sure about your life and just pretend that all of it’ll be okay someday, sometime.
i’m just babbling myself out of it. because im no where in it.. well, maybe?
think i’m just suffocated with this thoughts. what ever it is, what ever it was. i’m overthinking for nothing. yeah like always. thinking isnt my best subject of all. maybe the aftermath will show u one how i am bad at thinking
because apparently when i think, i fed myself with hope.. with bursts of dreams and everything nice. that’ll not be happening. hahaha. too bad.
what a shame, shamless dreamer.
Tamara, Awkward. (via torontoeatsitsyoung)
preach, T
to radiate happiness when we are unhappy,
to forgive someone who does not deserve forgiveness,
to stay calm in moments of despair,
to show joy when we do not feel it,
to smile when you want to cry,
to make someone happy when our heart is broken,
to be silent when we feel like screaming our anguish,
to comfort when we need to be conforted,
and to have faith when sometimes we no longer believe.
(Ini ditulis di diary lamaku, 4 Mei 2014)
I wasn’t asked to a single dance in high school and didn’t have a serious romantic relationship until I was 22. And like, yeah that shit hurt when I was younger. I had a lot of fears that I was unlovable and that I didn’t deserve to be happy. And every time I would try to talk to anyone about it, the conversation became, “you’ll find someone”, when it should have been, “you don’t need a relationship or a date, you’re lovable & complete & beautiful on your own”.
So yeah, please normalize young people not dating, and please stop shaming them for it. There’s more to life than romance, despite what the media wants us to think.
THIS
Some of y'all need to read this shit and understand it fully
Praise
(Source: succubusvenus)
ah yes, the 90s. i have fond memories of that decade. crying, pooping my pants every day, wearing diapers, being bald, being a baby. that was the high life.
a concept: you’re finished with school but you never stop educating yourself. You continue to read and grow and watch documentaries about subjects you care about. You live comfortably in an apartment with your lover and you learn to be happy with yourself and your body because it’s the only one you’ll ever have. You learned those languages. You got that job you always wanted. You pushed aside your own doubts. You proved all those people wrong.

