sic vita es

it's life. i'm living it.

and this year is going to count.



the weird thing about missing being able to talk to you is that it’s honestly not about talking at all. more than anything i miss being the one lucky enough to listen.

one month can change everything.


i had two dreams last night.

the dream:
you asked me if i wanted to go for a walk with you. i don’t remember the last time i smiled so hard.

the nightmare:
you tried to trick me. you had obsessed with her then her then her then her. you slept with all of them and tried to lie to me. i beat you with a book and cried.

Smart girls are the overthinkers, the insecure ones, the different ones. They know what the real world is like. They analyze every little thing in life. Why? To avoid getting hurt. To find happiness. They stay up at night trying to think about every possible situation to get through all the problems. They think too much. They trust fewer people. Their insecurity proves their respect toward themselves. Of course they try to live away from a drama-filled life. Smart girls know their worth. Now those are the ones worth keeping by your side.

—Unknown (via unmaiden)

(Source: lifeslittledejavus, via danceswithangels)


the hero in my dreams has become the villain in my nightmares.


my life is hysterical. i need to be more careful what i wish for. my nonexistant social life came into existance in a crazy wave. and my romanticless life has been flooded with numbers i didnt even ask for. it seems like every time i complain about not having enough of something, the universe gives me too much of it. maybe the world is just trying to remind me of how much i actually like the quiet.


this is so frustrating for me. i don’t like you in a romantic way. but i love spending time with you. whenever i want to go somewhere or do something, you’re the person i want to do it with. half the time we are total assholes to each other in ways that make me laugh harder than i have in a long time. the rest of the time we have serious meaningful conversations. out of everyone on the island, i like you the best. as is typical for my life, however, i don’t think you value me the way i value you. for once in my life i wish someone liked me just as much as i liked them. just equal give and take. that’s all i want. but maybe this is my curse, to always adore and be ignored.