It’s not that I believe that everything happens for a reason. I just think some things are meant to be broken, imperfect, chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. That’s how life is. If everything was smooth and perfect, you’d get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you’ll never really enjoy it when things go right.
i will never not reblog this post
I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
When you go to someones house for the first time and you sit there like
You deserve the fucking world. You deserve all the happiness and love that you can get. You deserve better than the rest. You deserve a lifetime of happiness. Im constantly hoping I can give you that.
I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.
|—||Andy Warhol (via felicefawn)|