*tries to get eight hours sleep in 3 hours*
Who else in here forget whatever you need to do when you’re on Tumblr
Today’s Forecast: Partially moody with a chance of I don’t like you.
Sometimes we don’t thank our friends enough — for being there, for loving us, for being able to exist in the sidelines because of distance or schedules but come back into our lives with full force when the opportunity arrives. Our real friends, whose love and humor can lie dormant for stretches but doesn’t simply die, often go unappreciated. We owe them so much, and they are such a huge part of who we are, but we can often forget that as we construct our own lives. And we’ll surely make new friends as we grow — and are done stumbling into adulthood and everything that comes with it — but they won’t be a replacement, and we shouldn’t forget that. We owe it to ourselves to thank the people who have been there for us, and who remind us that we’ll always be worth more than just a handshake and an empty “we should grab a coffee soon.”
— A Thank You To Real Friends
I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.
— Charles Bukowski