i really hate this ‘ur other half is out there somewhere u just gotta meet them’ like fuck off im not incomplete im a whole person and i dont need anyone to ‘complete me’ the only thing i need is a pizza and not ur shit bye
Ummmm maybe! I have no idea but i have a guess! You text me! :p
I literally do not care about your gender, sexuality or skin colour.
I literally only care about whether you’re a nice human being or not.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
and I’m over it,
I’m over it,
I promise I’m over it.
But it still hurts sometimes.