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Been a minute since I’ve been on here. Haha so weird to read back the old posts and to think about all the difficulties and problems that once consume my mind so fully, yet not effect me one bit now. Deceisions, uncertainty, relationships.. all had a way of working itself out. Life has its own set of struggles now, but it’s nice to see just how much has changed, how much I’ve overcome, and how different I am today. If anything, it’s a hope and reminder that things will always get better, and work out at the end.
For those of you that still use tumblr that I used to talk to, and for my old anons, hope your all are well and working to live your best life too. Miss y’all!
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
(via bl-ossomed)
Only those who care about you can hear you when you are quiet.
Kushandawizdom (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
The difference between us came down to this:
I remembered.
You forgot.
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
The difference between us came down to this:
I remembered.
You forgot.
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
The difference between us came down to this:
I remembered.
You forgot.
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
