One of my friends just put this on facebook, and oh, I miss them.  I miss studio, I miss my friends, I miss the support and encouragement and making and thinking and talking.  They’re finishing their fifth year soon.  I don’t exist any more.

travelingcolors:

La Fête des Lumieres, Lyon | France (by Julien Reboulet)

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Day 97

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Possibility of going to Ethiopia later this year.  Yes please.

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Day 35

trigger warning: maybe eating disorders? also mentions self-harm

My boyfriend just left.

I want him back.   He gives me strength.  He makes me feel real. 

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I’m used to saying goodbye, I’m used to us being apart, so why is it this time I miss you in a way that feels more than ever (even though it probably isn’t)?

Tired of our time together being stolen and stretched and squashed.  

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s-i-l-l-y-me:

Scream hello, you had me at sex ;)

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