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"Coffee should be two things: black as my heart and hot as hell." 

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"Coffee should be two things: black as my heart and hot as hell."

-Unknown


February 12, 2014

It’s like Vida can read my mind :( 

February 12, 2014

It’s like Vida can read my mind :( 

(Source: rantwriteread)

Personal

People have been asking me the question “are you okay?” a lot lately. Even if it’s just out of curiosity (I probably looked like shit from crying my eyes out) or genuine concern… I still don’t know how to answer that question. I feel fine, I look the same, and I’m still me but something feels—off. To the people that loved me when I couldn’t love myself, thank you. I will never forget. 

afp-photo:

PHILIPPINES, TACLOBAN : Residents and survivors of Super Typhoon Haiyan decorate a giant lantern amongst the debris from destroyed houses in the coastal area of Tacloban, Leyte province, on December 24, 2013, on the eve of Christmas. Philippine survivors of one of the strongest typhoons to hit land defiantly got ready December 24, to celebrate Christmas atop their ruined communities. Haiyan’s ferocious 315 kilometres (195 miles) an hour winds flattened the gritty neighbourhood on Tacloban’s coast, called Magallanes, then swept up everything else with giant waves in a day of terror on November 8. AFP PHOTO / TED ALJIBE

It’s been a little over two months since the typhoon that changed my life struck. I still get nightmares and cry myself to sleep at night. It’s hard to stay strong when you’re falling apart on the inside. 

afp-photo:

PHILIPPINES, TACLOBAN : Residents and survivors of Super Typhoon Haiyan decorate a giant lantern amongst the debris from destroyed houses in the coastal area of Tacloban, Leyte province, on December 24, 2013, on the eve of Christmas. Philippine survivors of one of the strongest typhoons to hit land defiantly got ready December 24, to celebrate Christmas atop their ruined communities. Haiyan’s ferocious 315 kilometres (195 miles) an hour winds flattened the gritty neighbourhood on Tacloban’s coast, called Magallanes, then swept up everything else with giant waves in a day of terror on November 8. AFP PHOTO / TED ALJIBE

It’s been a little over two months since the typhoon that changed my life struck. I still get nightmares and cry myself to sleep at night. It’s hard to stay strong when you’re falling apart on the inside.