Sometimes the simplest things are beautiful.
Two necklaces for 30 dollars at Mantra at Yonge & Imperial. This was on my lunch break, along with an amazing bento box lunch for $6.99 at Echo Sushi on Yonge Street.
Sometimes I get so depressed it hits me in the chest like a punch, sucking my breath away. I miss your awkward words, I miss what home feels like. I keep holding onto something - maybe not hope, that's too optimistic even for me - so it might be the anticipation for closure.
There's this girl that likes me a lot and sometimes she lies to humour me, but mostly she likes to text me at 3am and tell me I'm beautiful. She's got long hair and blue eyes and her mouth is wide and she laughs a lot, at anything and everything, and I don't always know what to tell her but I'm glad she's my friend, because she reminds me that sometimes "hopeless" is okay, and sometimes romantics are just a smile or a casual phonecall.
There was once a boy on cocaine that didn't hold my hand and didn't hold doors open for me, and while I always compared him to the other boy, I still cared about him enough to get mad when he blew blood into a kleenex and laughed about addictions like they were old news.
All things considered, I think hearts are tougher than we give them credit for.
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