Memories are all we have … please cherish them all
loved ones
I’ve come to realize that reacting out of anger can sometimes cause more damage than the situation itself. There’s a difference between expressing your pain and allowing that pain to hurt someone else especially someone you love.
You can be angry with someone and still love them. I can feel hurt, disappointed, and misunderstood while recognizing that they may be struggling with emotions/struggles of their own.
Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t what happened between two people, but the damage they cause while trying to show each other who’s right or wrong.
At the Pop-Mart Opening Georgetown, DC
Somewhere between who I was and who I’m becoming. Life keeps moving around me, but for once I’m not rushing to keep up. I’m learning to stand still long enough to choose what and who, gets to come with me.
This traffic really said, “you got somewhere to be? That’s cute.”
Yes, there’s a reason one of them is turned around. Shhhh
So maybe peace isn’t having every answer. Maybe it’s learning how to sit with yourself without constantly putting your own worth on trial.
a life saver, love you winston
2027 Baltimore Pokémon Regional Championships
I forgot my headphones 2 days in a row. wtf is wrong with me.
still learning
One of the hardest things in life is learning who you are without letting everything that has happened to you define you. Life has a way of changing us. Loss changes us. Friendship changes us. Disappointment, love, rejection, success, loneliness, all of it leaves something behind right. At times those experiences reveal parts of ourselves we never knew existed. Other times, they make us question the person we thought we were.
the branding is so terrible.
still hasn’t missed, classic after classic
Ekiben’s The Spicy Neighborhood Bird Bun 8/10. I hate parsley that’s the only reason it’s not a 10.
I think I’m just about ready to let go of all my social media accounts. I would rather just post here, once or twice a week.
Sometimes you’re not missing the person, the place, or the old version of your life, you’re missing who you were when you still believed something good was about to happen.
a day at the ball park.
