Just a reminder that you’re whole without someone else. You are not a fraction. You’re a complete master piece all by yourself and you do not need anyone else to validate your existence.
do u ever hear some lyrics and it feels like someone just stabbed you
My brother just left for work.
I can still smell him (is that weird?) from when he hugged me and I miss him already.
Knowing I won’t see him for such a long time makes me sad.
My younger sister gets up for school very soon, I sat by her bed and tucked her in and stroked her hair. I’m going to miss her so so so much. I’m gutted I won’t be around for her.
When I said bye to my elder sis at her in laws house this weekend, I just, it felt so surreal. My heart just grew in love for her which makes separation all the more difficult.
You have no idea the amount of love I have for my family.
Still don’t have to say goodbye to my parents until I’m at the airport alhamdulillah.
I’m really excited to start such an amazing adventure, I am! And I’ll be with some of my closest friends! But family is family.
I’m sad I won’t be able to be here for them. Make them tea, bring them breakfast in bed, run errands for them, give them huge hugs even when they don’t want hugs ^_^. Just sit and laugh and make jokes for hours with them. They know me like no one else and they know ugly parts of me and still love me so so so much. Alhamdulillah.
I have never felt this way about leaving my family and I’ve been away a lot. I didn’t feel this way times I’ve been abroad alone before or when I moved to Leeds for Uni. So this is strange, sad but exciting too.
InshaAllah I’ll keep in touch with them very often so I can still know the going ons of the house.
Oh gosh. I’m gonna miss my little cat, rocky so much, too! 😢
And my friends here. I’m leaving a life behind ready to make a new one in the lands of Maghreb inshaAllah.
my last sleep in my bed in this country before le year abroad in Morocco, is proving to be incredibly painful and distressing.
I hate you lupus.
This is a quote (slightly adapted - the original quote is boy who flew) from one of my favourite people - Chris Colfer. It makes more sense in context: throughout the book, you have excerpts of this little kid trying to write a story, and it starts out as this little kid who wants to fly, but doesn’t know how. And the kid tries to figure out how to fly, until he realises it’s not about wanting it - you have to be an active agent in your own life and do it: do it and trust that it’ll work out.
I’ve spent my whole life looking at things that I want to do, but giving myself a thousand reasons why for me, that’s not possible - why I can’t do it.
This year, that changes.
This year, I fly.(via the-virginia-diaries)
this is my last night in my bed zkxlskfivms