How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden.
(via forgave)
it’s amazing when ur humor is exactly the same as someone elses & u both just spend the whole day laughing at everything u both say
(via encourage)
