I'm Looking For Atlantis

enchanted.

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Just some motherfucking kiiiiids

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Love this.

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Ever since I got the bad news and the closure, my body won’t stop going. I’ve barely slept this past week, and I haven’t wanted to.  I know I need to, and I lay down and close my eyes, but it doesn’t happen.  It has nothing to do with him anymore; I’m not sure what it is.  I just feel like I need to keep moving and pushing and going and I hate staying in one place for too long and anxiety takes over when there’s nothing for me to do.  I’m in fight mode and can’t get out of it; my contacts dry out and my legs get sore, but my heart feels too full and on edge and anxious.  There is something pulling at me, but I can’t tell which direction it comes from or where it wants me to go.  I don’t want to lay down and sleep, I want to stay awake and watch the sunrise and go and go and go until my body exhausts itself to the point that I simply sleep.  My mind will not shut off and my heart refuses to lay down its pride and simply rest.  I know I need rest, but something in me will not let me do so.  Maybe my personal mission this summer is to find that place where I can rest;

    but how boring would that be? 

F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via classof1969)

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So true and relevant

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mylifeasakitten:

The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way

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Living on my own without my parents is going to be scary and it’s going to be tough.  I won’t have home cooked meals and I’ll have to worry about the electricity bill.  My main meal will be ramen and I’ll have to buy my own toilet paper.  My dog won’t be there and I won’t have a bed frame.  My mom won’t be there to take my temperature and my dad won’t be there to fix a broken lamp. I don’t know where I’m going to find the money for a kitchen table and I’m going to have a few break downs.  I’ll be alone for two and a half weeks until my roommate moves in.  I won’t have all my friends within ten minutes of me and they’ll all be busy with their internships and boyfriends and lives.  I’m going to feel alone and I’m going to be scared about where my life is leading me.   

But.

I won’t be at home this summer.  I won’t be living off of my parents.  I will be starting to stand on my own two feet.  For the past six years I have told my self that I did not want to live in that town, that county, that state.  I have realized how toxic that place can be and have been saying for the past eleven months that I will not go back there this summer.

And I won’t.

I will work every day and get paid for it.  I will figure out how to set up electric and I will pay the bill myself.  I will wake up every morning in a room that I have worked hard for, and I will drive to the job I got on my own and make a living.  I will not have to be home by eleven pm and I will not have to hide when I come home drunk.  I will stay up as late as I want to and sleep in as late as I can.  I will be responsible for my self and my own well being.

I am growing up.

I did not want to go home, and now I am not.  I have made my decisions and I have strived to make them happen and I have achieved my goals.  The past four years have been full of struggle and pain and lessons learned the hard way.  I am not yet where I want to be but I am making a huge step in the right direction.  I am not in my parents’ house, I am not in some small town Minnesota, I am not stuck in the Midwest.  I am free.

I am not going home this summer.  And it’s going to be really hard.  But if I can remember these things, it will all be okay.

I am growing up, and it will be okay.

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saddest-summer:

Love at First Sight