Moastar, where do you go?

I'm a writer,
a reader,
an over-thinker.
I love nature, travel, and dreams. Musicals make me happy. Disney musicals make me even happier.
A spliff with a good friend is all I really need.
DM<3

Everything’s growing & it’s so beautiful

Ps

Sorry for all the text posts.

buttcramps:

is there anything weirder than waking up after a dream and all the details are still fresh in your mind so you’re just like what the FUCK WAS THAT WHY DID I THINK THAT WAS NORMAL HOW DID DREAM ME NOT QUESTION THAT

Every damn time!

(via doyouwanttobesaved)

However…

I feel like maybe I’m hating myself a little less.

I was nervous about starting my new job, but I soon noticed that I was considerably less awkward than I expected myself to be. I even joked around with my boss a handful of times and realised that I’m actually quite friendly and funny. I felt like most of the colleagues I spent any time with yesterday liked me.

I forgot who I am. I genuinely believed there was nothing to me. I know I can be too honest at times, which can come across as being a douche, but I don’t mean to be. I just hate lies. And I hate liars.

Despite (or probably because of) sleep deprivation, I had fun with friends yesterday. I was told I’m funny, which I always thought I wasn’t. I was sure I was too boring to be funny.

I think maybe I’m finding myself a little now. I hope so.

So apart from mild self loathing & overthinking I’m pretty happy.

Coldplay

—Viva La Vida

I relate this to losing self love.

(Source: cluelessgirl96)