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"Don’t waste your energy trying to educate or change opinions; go over, under, through, and opinions will change organically when you’re the boss. Or they won’t. Who cares? Do your thing, and don’t care if they like it."

Loving anything and everything by Dominique Fricot.  Just another wonderfully talented BC boy.  

Growing Pains

I’ve been approached with an opportunity that most people would jump at.  Most people wouldn’t think twice about taking. An opportunity most people would feel so fortunate for having.  Since this is the case, why am I so afraid of taking it?  I’m afraid that by accepting this opportunity, I will close the door to what my heart wants to do.  This isn’t the case, however.  What’s the harm in making good money, learning new skills and building my application to what is proving to be a very difficult program to get into.  

Amidst my day of paper pushing i found myself searching for cheap flights within Europe.  Paris, I miss you.  Paris makes up at least 70% of my tumblr posts.  I would give up my first born to be laying in the Luxembourg gardens right now.  After, maybe I would sit on the steps of Sacree Coeur and watch the sun set.  Just an passing thought..

In case you were wondering why Vancouver was such an expensive city to live in.  Are we not the luckiest people in the world?

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Grouse Mountain, B.C

In case you were wondering why Vancouver was such an expensive city to live in.  Are we not the luckiest people in the world?

uoyrevognitteg:

Grouse Mountain, B.C

“that’s why cliches exist; so we can fulfill them”

The last time this happened I became empowered.  I adopted the “yeah? well, fuck you” strategy.  My method of coping this time?  cuddle up in my blankets, which still smell like him, and hibernate.  I don’t want anyone else.  Thanks to you I’ve been unable to: curb my hunger pangs, wear my contacts due to my eyes being perma swollen from all the crying, exercise, attend class or focus my attention on anyone or anything else except us.  I am unable to differentiate between whether my cries on the carpet and spontaneous weepings in the car are because i’ve started to enjoy wallowing in my own self pity, or if he just hurt me that much.  Sometimes it can feel really good to feel sorry for oneself.  I think it’s a hybrid of the two.  Maybe thats whats happening here.  

I want things to go back to how they were before.  I want to be the stupid girl who forgives him and gets fucked over later.  I want to make that mistake.  I want to make that mistake because it’s easier than these feelings right now.