liz. nineteen. 716.
patrick roy fangirl, russia enthusiast, and part-time football fan.
when i get drunk i think of three people
dont know why i fucked up with you, don’t know why i never fucked you, and don’t know why i’ve fucked with you for so long
sigh@4 days ago with 1 note
"being in love, deeply in love, is like finding your place in the world, your home, for the first time in your life. it’s knowing that you are exactly where you ought to be and that there is nowhere in the world you’d rather be.
if you look into her eyes and see your soul reflected in them, then you’re home. don’t ever leave.”@6 days ago
so crying my eyes out the whole way home was not the way i wanted to end this day, but it needed to be done.
for so long, i’ve needed someone to just slap me in the face and say “it’s been two years. it hasn’t worked out and it isn’t going to.” because i feel like until i hear it from someone else’s mouth, i’ll continue to allow myself to stay in this vicious circle and i’ll never get better.
i don’t know how i let myself get here though… i knew 7 months ago that it was over. all of it. i no longer had a friend in you, let alone anything more.
but i don’t want to lose everything we’ve had in the past two years.
although i’ve never been nearly as happy as i am now (and i’m sure you’re happy too), every second of every day, it crosses my mind that i need to let go once and for all. still there’s some part of me that says i can’t, because maybe if we had done something different, it could have worked out. i always thought we were destined to have something, otherwise we wouldn’t have met by such a chance.
but maybe i was wrong. maybe the past two years have been a big lie and even telling you my name was a huge mistake.
i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to accept our fate, whatever it may be, but it’ll kill me if i have to live every day like this.
i hate this so much… a city that used to be my escape, and something to look forward to part of the year has now become a trap.
between rochester and buffalo, i can’t seem to get away from the past and the haunting memories of what used to be mine.
this year will probably kill me if i let it.@3 days ago with 1 note
saturday marks eight years since andrew has been gone and tuesday will be one year since cassidy has
it really never gets easier@5 days ago
Anonymous said: 36 and 58
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
honestly, being asked this all i can think of is long term, haha. and i don’t really know what i want out of life other than a family. i’ve never envisioned a career for myself, but i think i’d like one with the option to have a lot of children and raise them properly. that, and i want to have a semi-rural house in Colorado or bc. hahahaha.
58. description of my best friend
anddd i have a lot of “best friends” but of the three that i consider my closest, we’ll just sum this all up into one. they’re the three most selfless, caring people i’ve ever met. they’re all incredibly special in their own way and words can’t even describe how amazing these people are.
thank you!@1 week ago with 1 note