13 months into sobriety

    and the craziest thing is that even on my worst days, I know I’m moving forward.

    Coming from a place where I felt losing my life at the will of a mack truck on highway 84 was a justifiable option. 

    Only to then breech the darkness and land in laughter and light is a fucking miracle.

    It works if you work it, so work it, you’re worth it.


    I still don’t know where I’m going, but at least I am no longer standing still.


    I will reblog this til my dying breath

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    When you stopped wishing things wouldn’t fall apart, you’d stop suffering when they did.
    John Green, Looking for Alaska (via panama-pointe)



    Stolen from my boi @jarrad_andrews

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    I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
    All These Things You Wish You’d Say (via perfect)

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