For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via onesidedglory)

(Source: beautemillesimee, via onesidedglory)

fuck.

I miss you. I really do. I fucking hate it because I don’t want you living in my head rent free, but in the last few days I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you. I hate that I can’t message you, I can’t call you, I can’t feel you, I can’t see you, I can’t even hear you. Do you think about me to? Wonder how I’ve been? Look at the moon and wonder if I’m looking at it too? I see photos and you seem happy, and I promise I really hope you are.. But deep down, I want you to miss me. I know we won’t be together, but I just want to know, if I ever actually meant something. How do you feel when you get asked about your tattoo? Do you smile? Feel guilty? Reminisce? How about songs. Do they even affect you anymore? Don’t get me wrong, I have my good days. But I also have my horrible ones.
And this is why I can’t contact you. If I’m to contact you.. I wouldn’t breathe. I wouldn’t be able to say any of this - I doubt I would even be able choke out the word “Hi”.. Guess that’s why I’m writing this here.. It’s my little piece of mind being told to the world and I know you don’t even know I have tumblr. So you’ll never read this.

I miss you x