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..
"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...