You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot in front of the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.
Maybe I should stop being afraid of what letting go will do to me. And there’s no better way to find that out than actually doing it.
Clarity, please come to me.
If I could just see half of these places — or a third, a fourth — I would be very happy.
I don’t know if anyone has noticed but if you follow me on Instagram, you would know that I dyed my hair red just this June. Now, I am due for a touch up. I present to you my red hair peg.
Will I still be a respected member of the development banking industry with this shade of red?
Sounds to me like I shan’t giveth a fcuk.
Ha! Can’t wait. <3
the salt of your skin 