Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
I just want someone that wants me because they actually want me, not because I’m conveniently there
I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. This world is ugly. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.
Remember when you were ignorant and didn’t really know shit about feminism, racism, sexism, transgender issues, gay issues, etc? Remember all the offensive and inaccurate shit you used to say without even knowing you were being offensive? Remember the times you weren’t attacked for being ignorant but instead someone kindly educated you on these matters?
Yea, pass that on.
Instagram lets you zoom with double tap now. Finally. Try it on someone’s really old selfie.