blossomfully:

“I wanted to ask him: Did he think about me? Ever? Often? At all? And if he did, what did he think about? Was it my laugh? Or how I fidgeted when I was nervous? Was it my voice? Or my mouth, or my favourite song? Did he think about the way that I argued? The way that I closed up? And how, after it all, I always opened myself to him again? Did he think about the ways that I annoyed him? Like when I was proud and stubborn and cold? Did he wish that I would be different? Or did he shake his head and let it rest? I wanted to ask did he think about me? Because I thought about him. Frequently. Constantly. Because I thought about him more than he’d ever know.”

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

under-same-sky:

The best way to not sit and dwell on a broken heart is stay busy.

Tonight J5 called and asked for my help catching up on a job. Painting primer. He says “i called you because you know what to do an get shit done”

4 hrs later the apartment is done.

I’m hella sore im sure fibro pain will flare wonderfully tomorrow, but it kept me busy, and it sore pain for a reason.

And i got to see my friend 😌

From my main page but i have talked more here about J5 so cross posting

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