17, New York. Waiting. I'm waiting to figure out my path in life. Waiting for the day to get out of this town and away from these people. Nowadays it feels like everyone has lost who they are and I just want to fast-forward to when I finally reach the point in my life where I know who I am. Of course I do realize its the journey that counts so I shouldn't be too eager. Some things I've learned is that most memories just belong in the past, and I refuse to look over my shoulder each time I walk away. I suggest the same advice for everyone else because honestly, the more people dwell on the familiar memories, the longer it takes to move on in life.
You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
THIS IS THE MOST RELEVANT THING I’VE EVER SEEN ON THE INTERNET. EVER.
Reblogging again because it’s more true now than it’s ever been.
Two types of people who can’t look at you in the eyes:
Someone trying to hide a lie,
And somone trying to hide a love.