Everyday I’m like “today imma get my shit together” and by the end of the day I’m like “tomorrow is the day for real”
Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.
Jacobs, Kate. Comfort Food. (via guideme-home)