do you ever just wanna do a backflip but realize you cant
this is the most accurate post ive ever seen
my favourite thing about history is how everyone tries to invade russia but are somehow caught off guard by the russian winter
in soviet russia country fight for you
ok shower time
this was your last post you have been showering for two weeks please come back are you okay
So I became a gypsy and took on the title of ‘nomad’. I was blissfully unaware of how terrible temporariness felt and I couldn’t care that home was no longer permanent. I liked the change. I needed it. I left the city that half raised me to leave you— to raise myself. You were everything- my mother, my father, my best friend and lover. You hated being everything. You wanted only love but you took on the role of all of the above and you did it so well that I have yet to find someone even comparably close.
So I left, sporadically and without a word. I left and you came to visit once; told me you could get used to this new city. But I quickly grew afraid that you would contaminate the new place I had found. I wanted my own sanctuary, we shared them all, always. And for once, I wanted something to call my own.
Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
I left and found that everything I was ever looking for was in my family. You don’t need to ever take on their roles anymore.
But you are still my best friend.