Dear Tumblr

Classy, sassy, and just a little trashy.

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.

If I’m being completely honest, I don’t think I ever did.

I don’t believe in myself anymore, like the Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause and everything else you stop believing in when you grow up.

I feel like I don’t even exist

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, and when I leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

—(via v-ecors)

(Source: thingskeptaway, via itsjeanettic)

Heart Surgery

Shoutout to my dad for surviving his second heart surgery nearly two years ago to the date. He is the most honest man I’ve ever met. He works so hard to provide for me and our family, to put me through college and to subsidize my sister’s makeup addiction. Can’t imagine life without him. I know it’s cliche, but I could not feel more blessed to still have so much time with him.

But at the same time, every year around this month I become unbearably distraught and depressed because I can’t help thinking that I won’t have enough time to spend with him, that I never could. His dad died when he was in college, and history repeating itself is my biggest fear.

Love you Dad. Please don’t leave me, you’re the only stability and reliability in my life. The doctors may have replaced your aortic valve but mine feels like it’s been ripped out.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

—Friedrich Nietzsche (via observando)