All the stuff you can’t wait to get away from, until it’s not there anymore, and then you miss it like crazy.
In a well-ordered universe...
Tomorrow will be better.” “But what if it’s not?” I asked. “Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.
You + Me saw this... AMERICA Thank you for finding America with me
And we were kissing like drowning people breathe-- like suddenly we'd discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.
As I looked out at the water, I realized there was nowhere to go, nowhere left to run. And I just had to stay here, facing this terrible truth. I felt, as more tears fell, just how tired I was, a tiredness that had nothing to do with the hour. I was tired of running away from this, tired of not telling people, tired of not talking about it, tired of pretending things were okay when they had never, ever been less than okay.