So take a hit and raise your cup...

Cherise. 19 years. I like things.

We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.

T.S. Eliot

(via purplebuddhaproject)

(via jheneaiko)

jheneaiko:

spotless mind

"We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot".