lovetheday:

beexgood:

I often romanticize about these types of train rides.

These are the type of train rides I write about.


Interrailling, soon. Very soon.

lovetheday:

beexgood:

I often romanticize about these types of train rides.

These are the type of train rides I write about.

Interrailling, soon. Very soon.

15 August 2014 ♥ 175,900 notes           Reblog
reblogged from awaitea    source: para-quedas
❝ Strong and independent? I’m neither. I’m just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not. ❞

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore   (via 1112pm)

15 August 2014 ♥ 7,157 notes           Reblog
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Love is worry.

Love is worry.

Honey and lemon. Paracetamol days are back.

Honey and lemon. Paracetamol days are back.

15 August 2014           Reblog
Update

I haven’t written in a while. I haven’t posted much full stop.

Have I been busy? Yes, very.

We’ve moved out, into our new flat. It’s a beautiful place; liberatingly spacious after the last 2 years and filled with natural light. We live on the top floor, with a south facing balcony overlooking the O2 and Canary Wharf. We pay the same in mortgage/rent/service charge as we did previously in that batcave. We are home-owners and living comfortably within our means.

And if the things could just stop there, I can let myself be happy.

Instead, stress is creeping in again and it’s invading from all sides:

The flat, a new build, has problems. Warranty covers these but our housing association is proving difficult to get off their arse to sort them.

Job. New boss has been around for 1.5 months now. Getting better? Yes. Less stressed, certainly not. Last Monday in team meeting, I was told that my workload will double as they hand over the biggest channel in the business to my list of responsibilities. Salary compensation? Nada. 

Job-hunting. My mind half-in, half-out. Interviews to prepare for, presentations requested. I’m procrastinating right now writing this post. Am I actually interested in any of these jobs? I don’t even know.

And of course, the crux of everything, the familiar sinkhole every negative emotion ultimately returns to: family.

Past few weeks have returned to the dark waters of last year. Ironically, just as my CBT concluded. I wonder what those questionnaires would add up to now. I’m not letting the emotions run, there’s too much things to do. I berate myself, I hate myself, I shut off myself. I make sure I don’t have moments of nothing to do, even working from home yesterday made me cuckoo by the end of the day. But work has ceased to be a sanctuary of purposeful, meaningful busyness - and often I find myself wallowing in something similar to gloom and oblivion, unable and can’t be asked to dive into the darkness and get it over with, or slap myself stupid and yank my sorry ass out of it.

Feeling rather numb, and not just to pain.

I’d like to enjoy these moments of owning our new flat, our first real home. I want to care about the furniture we buy, the colours to match, the little touches to make it ‘ours’. I want to remember these weeks as the beginning of our life, of excitement and joy.

Not guilt. Not stress. Not being overwhelmed with everything - even happiness.

It shouldn’t need to be this way.

12 August 2014           Reblog
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reblogged from a-thousand-words    source: lovequotesrus
"Blood Swept Lands And Seas Of Red" | Tower of London WW1 poppies memorial. Quite stunning. (at Tower of London)

"Blood Swept Lands And Seas Of Red" | Tower of London WW1 poppies memorial. Quite stunning. (at Tower of London)

8 August 2014           Reblog
Mantis:  *watching gymnastics* Without Internet, this is porn.
❝ Maybe I love too much and maybe I show it too little. ❞

— r.m.drake (via boldrisks)

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reblogged from tosilverglass    source: boldrisks
I fucking HATE packing. 

I need Monica in my life.

I fucking HATE packing.

I need Monica in my life.

20 July 2014           Reblog
Posh (expensive) afternoon tea.

Posh (expensive) afternoon tea.

20 July 2014           Reblog

I could sleep for a thousand moons.

20 July 2014           Reblog

1112pm:

I haven’t seen my parents in awhile
Seeing them makes me both happy and sad
They’re my world
And I wish my world could stay together

We cannot feel love, happiness and nostalgia without pain.

20 July 2014 ♥ 60 notes           Reblog
reblogged from 1112pm
So I keep my body busy instead.

So I keep my body busy instead.

❝ I wish you could look into my eyes and see the reflection of who you really are. ❞

— William Chapman