She’s Lost In Control Again<3

Between making a change in my work life, finally giving in and going to the doctor about my stomach issues, and making more time for friends, myself, and things I like to do, I’m the happiest I’ve been in so long. I’ve gotten control over my anxieties and I don’t have much to stress over anymore. Of course, it’s life, and there is always something; I still live in reality, but it’s a reality I enjoy way more.

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

(Source: timorleste, via whizkidfalife)

I love that I have people in my life that are so caring that they’ll send me messages and call me just to say hey, I hope everything is great, and that you’re remembering to smile, because I like to do that for the people I care about too. This morning I got a message about happiness and what it might be from my nephew’s daddy. It really made me feel good. And he ended it with this:
“Anyway I love you queen fagcheesemo, of the planet gay, in the queermo sector of the galaxy homosexulan. I hope that at least tugged a grin and I say goodnight sir.”
(Neither of us are by any means homophobic, but for somereason when you’re a teenager, it’s hilarious to call someone a fagcheesmo).
I’ve known him since he was nineteen and he used to drive little teeny-bopper me around and we’d make fun of eachother like that. He’s 25 with a kid and a family and a home now, but he’s still the biggest dork ever, and takes time to show it. I think he is happy, because he doesn’t even have to consciously try to stay young, it’s just natural, and I think that staying young is a huge part of what it is to be happy.