humans are so flawed. we make our lives; construct them out of broken cast off things, tie them together with floss and expect it to hold. we have the worst craftsmanship when it comes to the creation of our lives. but there’s something beautiful to acknowledging that none of us knows just what we’re doing here. we’re all playing it by ear and making do with what we have.
it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.
Why can’t you take me in your arms now?
“Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?”
…but I’m really sad tonight, so here I am.
The thing is that I’ve got a really great life, and am crazy blessed, but I still feel so alone. I’m tired of waiting for someoneand someday. Maybe things will get better, but in the meantime, it sucks to feel like you’re going to be lonely forever. Honestly, right now, I don’t really care about what I’m going to feel like in 10 years, I only care about this aching emptiness that’s currently taking over my chest.
I’M LEAVING THE COUNTRY WAAAAHOOOOO CRAZY EXCITED
And I will not be on tumblr while I’m there. Stay awesome, interwebz, and I’ll see you in July.