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when the day met the night.
Yep, obviously the worst President in history. :-/
Reblog if you think Donald Trump should be the first man on the Sun.
Marzipan Moose Mousse Cake » Molly Yeh
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Let’s talk about the glo up of the wickedclothes guy????????
why purposefully try to invalidate someone else’s identity when you could:
- not do that
So. About this year.
I never come on tumblr anymore but God, do I miss it sometimes. There has never been a place in which so much of myself existed. At times I feel guilty for shedding that skin this year, but then again maybe that entire self is something apart from who I am now.
I moved away from home this year, and I put this first because it’s important. It was, in some ways, a mistake. Not the moving itself, but the way in which it happened. Like a lie. And I know that wound is still healing, and it will be for a while, so I say this as another apology. Those I love were hurt, and I suck, and I’m sorry.
But more than anything, it was a miracle. I met someone on tumblr, a total stranger, and three years later I am waking up to the exact same stranger every single morning. I recently read some posts from one of my favorite bloggers who recently married her soulmate, and it was a simple caption on one of her photos that stroke a chord in this whole experience. She said something about ‘waiting for our brunch place to open in the middle of an ice storm’. And it just made me think; Katie and I have a brunch place we would wait in an ice storm for. We have somewhere we like to go, close to home.
Long distance takes a lot of work. It takes more effort than most people imagine. It takes trust when there is none, it takes hope when you’re hopeless, and no matter what your heart breaks somewhere, somehow. But now, Katie and I are locals of places. We are regulars together. The lady at the convenience store knows Katie by name and me by association. We are a unit in one place and another. That was our dream, and it is the most magnificent reality of them all.
I have also struggled with some of the worst bouts of anxiety and depression I have ever felt in my life. Happiness isn’t a complete whole of itself, there are always cracks where demons can come in. My demons were dark purple like bruises on my neck and they were just as visible. They put my job in jeapordy, threatened my relationship with my family and my girlfriend, and most of all the relationship I have with myself. I am still coping and in the middle of the storm, yet trying to overcome and learn all the time.
I loved this year so dearly for what it was, and for what it wasn’t. I escaped so many of the things I had to escape, and I dedicated so much time to bettering myself. I am proud of myself this year, and that at least is an improvement.
