February 2012
I feel…cheap. Ya Allah, keep me strong.
When you help others, you’ll feel better, whole, happy, knowing that you’ve made it known to these people that they’re worth to be cared about. Best advice I’ve gotten so far. I think I’ll do this. I think it’ll help me. I’ll push aside whatever it is I’m lamenting about so that this new found feeling could perhaps fill the void. Then maybe, just...
“Grab my last request and let me hold you. Don’t shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me. Sure I can’t accept that we’re going nowhere, but one last time let’s go there. Lay down beside me. Tell me how can this be wrong?”
One day, I’m going to go. I’m going to go alone. No one with me, behind me, nor before me. Strings will be loosen or cut even, and I need not worry about anybody, but my own lonesome self.
“It’s me. I just wanted to let you know that this is the last weekend I spend...”
– Rory Gilmore (via adaydreamersmind)
“Headmaster Charleston, faculty members, fellow students, family and friends,...”
– Rory Gilmore- Valedictorian Speech (via sassysnickelfritz)
Today’s realization: my heart is pretty much still broken.
