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[seanego]

“Reach down and bind the wounds that have been opened,”

I struggle to keep my thoughts focused on not thinking about you. Not thinking about the times that we spent together. The times I spent laughing at your jokes and cute quirks. The effort that you put in to win my heart. I try not to think about the promises you made me, the happiness you made me feel even if it was for a short while. My chest pains when I think of your kisses, your touch, your voice and the love we made.

How can something that made me so happy at one point possibly cause me so much pain? How can a person who promised you the world and all that is in it turn around and decide not to love you anymore? He speaks. He claims to love you, but his actions don’t reflect that.

You are left, alone, empty because you invest too much too soon in creating a space in your heart for someone who had not planned to love you all the way through. His love is conditional and the conditions that seem to have kept him happy have faded along with your beauty in his eyes. It pains to see the look he gave and the treatment he gave change because this inherently means that everything in you, around you is also about to change.

You have to reach down again, bind the wounds that have been reopened because of the risk you chose, the risk to be vulnerable. 

Look at you young blood, pain always seems to finds you even when you are not looking.

[seanego]

Hyper-independence ft Self-doubt and Overthinking

Do you also ever wish you could just exist in solitude? I look in the mirror at the tears that flow down my face. I cannot remember the last time I felt a knot in my throat from trying to keep the tears in and that just makes the them stream faster down my face. It is always like this, I meet someone new, friend or otherwise and at first everything is going well and then my anxiety and insecurities start to creep in. At the end of the hallway I have Self-doubt jabbing defamatory insults at me. I have Overthinking next door constantly listening and dissecting what Self-doubt is saying.

 I find myself questioning the role I play, if I even have any, and why it is that is every interaction they always seem to change and that person leaves at some point. Is it because I would never do the same thing to them and I am thus expecting the same kind of treatment? Or do the scenarios that Overthinking makes up make look forward to something that has not even happened or be happy about things that should be considered the bare minimum?

 But they all leave at some point don’t they. Always alone.

[seanego]

Anxieties of the uncontrollable

There is only so much disappointment one can endure. I open my eyes and let the sun light up the deepest compartments of my brain that have been swallowed by the darkness of overthinking during the night. Thoughts always plague me, I know a person can never stop thinking but there is a thin line between that and overthinking.

A deep breathe involuntarily finds itself cut short as I choke on my dry throat. First thing I check is my phone but I do know that I am of no importance to anyone. There are no sweet messages, no phone call, and no plans with anyone. It’s just always empty. All I have are my thoughts - I think about that bottle of champagne I had last month and the thoughts that involuntarily made their escape through my lubricated lips. I think about those double texts I sent about wanting to see you and you never replied. I think about why I have to fight for everything and anything that I own. I think about how much time I have on my hands but I spend the days daydreaming and letting time slip away.

Everyone around me is moving and doing something. Achieving something. Fighting something. Crying about something. I just sit here and think about everything. I think myself into anger, sadness, acceptance, pain and lust. I think myself into an anxiety attack. I think myself out of it. Think think think.

I wish I could stop.

Let me think of a way.

[seanego]

Change - continued

The newsroom was dead. Tracy walked into the familiar place that smelt of old carpet, damp walls and looked like an industrial factory. She had always thought that being a journalist would be the same as in the movies. Newsroom stacked with random files on desks and editors screaming at reporters what stories they should cover. Instead, it was always a boring battle. Tracy had to dig deep into the depths of her brain to come up with a story to pitch in the diary meeting every single morning and this is not the life that she wanted for herself. She was 26, living a life that she was not happy with. If she really wanted to, she could change her life in the flash of an eye but here she is walking into a newsroom filled with old and ailing people.

She sat down at her desk which happened to be right in the middle of the newsrooms if all the interns were seated there with the sole purpose to display them to everyone. She got along with her day. She was going to do what she had been doing the past few days, fake doing work and focus on getting her things to go to Korea ready.

 3 months later

 Tracy awoke to the sun shining into her apartment into the empty spot where Andile would have been sleeping. She was not missing him but was content with the fact that he was now gone. Although he was still messaging her and hounding her, she finally decided she had had enough of the secrets when she found him messaging his ex and lying about being single when in fact, he was living with her.

“He really took me for a fool hey and I forgave him, stupid girl!” She hissed as she got out of bed.

Coffee or tea? Today was going to be a good day, she was finally getting her visa to go to Korea, after the endless hustle of getting those documents ready she had finally put through all her things and waited. Today is the day, the message of confirmation came through and she was about to get her visa and go book her plane ticket. She smiled and hopped out of bed with huge excitement. She opted for a mimosa

“Nothing wrong with a boozy breakfast to celebrate this huge win, right?” She giggled and poured some champagne in a clean glistening flute. She poured some orange juice and tasted her work

“Hmm, perfection!”

She spun on her toes glass in hand and headed to the bath she ran some hot water and added bubble bath just to treat herself,

“Let’s start it off boozy and chilled yeah?”

She opened the cabinet to get some essential oils, she poured some tea tree oil in the water and it smelled divine. She grabbed her phone and called her mom she needed to know how much time she had,

The phone rang,

“Hello?”

“Mom! How are you? Did you sleep well?”

“Someone is in a good mood I see. I slept just fine Tracy. I guess you calling to find out the time and logistics?”

“Yes mommy. I was thinking of taking the train then meeting you in Midrand or Hatfield then we can drive to the consulate together,”

‘Oh yeah the Gautrain. Let’s meet at Midrand, I haven’t seen you in so long I want to have some late lunch and catch up with you.”

“Sure, thing mom that sounds great remember we need to get to the consulate before 1pm!”

“Sure, I will meet you at Midrand at 11am?”

“Sounds like a plan”

“Bye”

“Bye Bye”

She clicked off the call. It was 7:45. She still had time for some me time. She picked up her glass and headed to the bathroom for that much needed soak. As soon as she settled in the bath, she felt like she was on cloud nine. Nothing could possibly go wrong. She connected her phone to her speaker and played Drake’s album “Nothing Was the Same”. She sipped her champagne and shut everything out and just relaxed to her drink and the music.

Tumi paced around in his apartment impatiently. He felt like he needed to speak to Tracy especially considering that Andile was his friend and he kind of knew what was happening. She needed an apology. That girl was a lot of things but the one thing that she was not was someone that you played and didn’t take seriously. She would have held Andile down but he took her for granted. He already admitted his feeling for her to himself a long time ago and yeah of course it is against the bro code to go for a friend’s ex-girlfriend. They weren’t event really friends anymore they had a fallout a couple of weeks ago and stopped talking to each other. Maybe it was messed up that he was trying to get close to this girl now but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be close to her as selfish as it sounded. He grabbed his jacket, wallet and keys and walked out

“Here we go,”

She lived upstairs in room 410. He decided to take the fire escape. Smiling while climbing thinking of all the fond memories he had with her in the building drinking and just having fun. Somehow things between them were always fun and genuine. His feelings for Tracy are wrong considering who she is and that she is the ex-girlfriend of someone he considers a brother but he just cannot help himself. His heart starts to pound as he reaches her door. He knocks and hears no answer. Sometimes she would have earphones in and would not be able to hear him but he would walk in and she wouldn’t mind so he decided to let himself in. He was greeted by a nice calming scent that smelt like flowers and trees and earth. It smells like one of those self-care body washes one of his ex-girlfriends had and he figured she must have just taken a shower. He calls out to her.

Tracy sits upright in a flash to hear a voice calling her name in the living room her heart is beating in her ears and she can barely hear anything. Who in the hell could just walk into her house? He remembered that she Would let Tumi do that all the time

“Tumi?” she called out nervously

“Yeah, it’s me sorry to scare you I didn’t know you were busy this morning,”

She sighs with huge relief as she hears his familiar voice.

“That’s all right, pour yourself something to drink,”

“Is it not a bit too early to be drinking?”

“Whose mouth am I using? Mine. So, I will drink whenever it is that I please,” she said as she wrapped herself in a white gown and sipped her drink.

She stepped out and Tumi’s heart started beating faster. She looks so good like this, relaxed and not puffy eyed like the last time he saw her. She was heartbroken and could not find Andile anywhere because he had just walked out. He had to lie to her and say he didn’t know where he was when we were hiding in his apartment. Tumi thought about what exactly he would be apologizing for if he decided to do so? The lies? The deception? The guilt by association?

He sat down in the living room waiting for Tracy who stepped out of the hall way in a summer dress and her braids hanging down her back. She had not out any make-up on but she was putting on some sunscreen on her arms

“What brings you all the way up here,’ She joked

“Well, I am not quite sure myself. I guess I was bored and decided to come and bother you if you not too busy that is,’

“For you? I always have time,” She giggled

She motioned towards his empty glass for a refill and he nodded,

“You know I am going to the Korean consulate today with mom to get my visa, hence the champagne”

“Oh really? You should have told me I would have prepared a nice gift for you too!”

“Agh come on Tumi”

She brushed a braid out of her face and smiled. Tumi always knew what to say and what to do to make her feel better whenever she felt like things were not going her way. They spent the next two hours planning all the things she would do once she got to Korea they had not even realized as they sat on her white carpeted floor that they had gotten really close to each other and were whispering and giggling like tow teenagers who have sneaked off to come and see their lover. Tumi lifted his hand and gently laid the tips of his fingers on her arm. The touch as small as it was sent a fire burning inside Tracy. She wanted him to hold her in his arms and just stay there. Tracy could tell as she spoke that Tumi was focused on her lips rather than listening to what she was saying.

“Tracy, I am really sorry about the way things turned out between you and..” his voice trailed off and he looked down

“You are not responsible for his actions. He didn’t know what he had and he started acting out and as a result he lost everything that we worked for,” she said becoming more determined

“he could have chosen to be honest and a man about what he did but he continued to lie to me.” She paused

“Can we talk about something else please”

He nodded and ran his fingers up her shoulder to the base of her neck. He cups her head in his hand and leaned closer towards Tracy. Tracy was too shocked to even move. The fingers on her arm and neck and now pulling her closer were sending and electrifying feeling all over her body.

When his lips met hers, he reminds was cleared of all thought. She forgot about everything else, the visa, the problems she had faced, her ex. It was just her and Tumi. He pressed his soft lips firmly against hers and gently pushed his tongue meeting hers. She exploded with pleasure and leaned closer into Tumi who fully embraced her and pulled her closer to him. He lifted Tracy onto his lap and closer to his chest. The warm feeling of his body against hers felt safe and sensual, she felt protected and safe. She felt wanted and desired and most of all she wanted him as much if not more than he wanted her.

 Tumi pulled Tracy closer, his kisses more wanting and stronger. He wanted he right in that moment. He cupped her breast with his left hand and balanced her body with his palm under her holding him close to his chest. She wrapped her small arms around his neck, she may have been petite but her grip was a strong one that pleasantly surprised him. She could take more than what people think. He released her lips and tilted his head down to gently kiss her temple. Tracy shivered in pleasure and unintentionally let out a soft moan in his hear. The sound of her enjoying him made his hunger for her even stronger.

 He pulled away from her and she looked up at him surprised expecting him to regret the passionate moment they just shared. But instead, she was met with pleading eyes from Tumi. Pleading with her to have mercy on him and stop a second. She wanted so bad to ignore this because behind those eyes she saw a glimpse of man that was ready to devour her and he was trying his best not to take advantage of her. She conceded and shifted off of him

“This is such a bad idea Tumi,”She lied to herself

“I can agree with you on that one but Tracy, you know how I have always felt about you. I think you are an amazing person,”

“But what we are doing is wrong. You are my ex’s friend. It is wrong”

Tumi walks up to Tracy and gently places his hand on the base of her back.

“Yeah, maybe it is wrong but why does it feel so right to have you so close to me Tracy?’

He leans forward and without even thinking about it, Tracy slowly lifts herself on her toes and leans in to kiss him. Their lips meet in an explosion of tension, lust, want and desire. Tracy gives in to the feelings and he feels her melt into him and completely give into him He doesn’t want her to just see him a rebound though. He wants her to continue to want him the way that she does forever. He wants her to belong only to him.

Tumi pulls away. Confused by the sudden change Tracy asks

“What?”

He gently smiles down at her, the smile that could melt any girls’ heart. He gently kisses her forehead

“Babe please, let’s slow down…you have to get ready to leave.”

Tracy is brought back to her senses and realizes she may have let the bubbles go to her head too much but she doesn’t regret anything that has happened with Tumi.

Tracy makes her way to her bedroom in her towel. She stifled a giggle as she imagined what could have happened. She decided to throw on jeans and a white T shirt and some white air force 1s. You can never go wrong with a simple look like that. She puts on some perfume and steps out of the room. Tumi is smoking on the balcony. She joins him and they laugh and talk about the good times.  Andile gone and forgotten.

[seanego]

Change

Change is not something that can be considered an easy thing. Most people would complain at the thought of having the sugar bowl in the wrong place that it is not supposed to even be on let alone the whole idea of wanting to pick your life u and move not to another city but a different country entirely. “Come on girl it won’t be that bad, at least you will have some job security,” Tracy Kabongo whispered under her breath and she allowed the water from the shower to fall down her back. Tracy carefully steps out of the shower and reaches for one of the white towels on the towel crack near the shower and proceeds to wipe herself. She opens the bathroom door and the steams rushes out into the hallway. Her apartment is not her dream apartment.

If anything, it is quite shabby and there are cockroaches around even though she has had the place fumigated twice already. She peers into the bathroom to find Andy quietly asleep. Gently closing the door, she makes her way to the living room and turn on the TV, she loves watching television while she gets ready but really it is just for ambience so she doesn’t feel alone. It’s a habit she hasn’t gotten rid of from her days of being a single woman. But now that she has a man in her bed, that habit hasn’t really been shaken away yet.

Besides she thinks that her kind of likes hearing her moving around and getting on about her business in the morning. She starts pulling out her skincare products so she can go ahead with her routine, chanting some questions that Alex Hardy, her boss had prepped for her for her interview with the police today.

She cursed under her breath as the knot in her chest would not subside and was a terrible distraction especially when you feel like you can’t even really clear your throat. She wonders if reporting on the killing of the Mayor’s daughter is actually even a good idea, she is about to reach the prime of her twenties and she wonders if she wants to spend those high years in a still pitching stories and chasing them or continuing to build relationships and connections to further advance her social standing and career. But really, she doesn’t have the luxury to even contemplate those two options. Employment is something that is extremely hard to come by especially for a black woman in this country. Gwen decided to put her big girl panties on and put on some make up because first impression may not be long but they last a long time in someone’s memory.

She planned how she would slip away and head to Centurion Police Station to conduct her interview, hopefully the interview was not too long that it made anyone suspicious. The only person who would truly know what was going on was the IT guy who could probably tell that where she was after the interview if he really did the whole hacking her location thing. She put on a white blouse and some jeans. Someone once told her that white is a good color for a first date, first impressions and a great color for interviews.

“I honestly don’t even know why I believe in these things you know,” she says to herself in the mirror “but I did get this job and, on the day, I was wearing a white blouse so it if aint broke chile don’t fix it”

She quickly finishes and is  surprised by Andy walking up behind her. He kisses the back of her neck and slowly moves to her shoulder. Tracy arches her back and leans on her heels into him to fully take in his warm kisses. She sighs a little frustrated with her inability to resist this man.

“No ways, I just put on my make up, you need to back up off of me,”

“I don’t see you pushing me away,” he says in his sultry morning voice.

Andile spins Tracy around and plants the most electric kiss on her lips that sends her heartbeat racing. She wonders if he knows the effect, he has on her without even trying.

He pulls away and Tracy opens her eyes to see his scruffy hair and disheveled self but his smile made him look utterly irresistible. The way the sun catches his jawline and his broad shoulders sends a warm feeling in her heart and between her legs. She quickly shakes away the thought and pushes past him trying to maintain some focus,

“If it was up to you, I would never make it to this interview babe,”

“If it were up to me you would never have to work a day in your life,”

She feigns a smile and cannot ignore the pang pf resentment she feels towards this man that she does desperately wanted to make love to a few minutes ago. He has been without a jo since they started dating 7 months ago and she has allowed him to take advantage. It must have something to do with the sex that she is keeping him around. There is a fire that started between them a long time ago and it is the kind of fire that never goes out. Even though it may get smaller, it never stops burning. So, she allowed him to come and live with her. She pays rent, food, electricity, their weekends away, while he makes music and never wants to take her with because she is not someone who fits his image. She kisses her teeth as she thinks about the guts this man had to tell her he can’t have her on his arm because it was not part of his brand. Why was she still even with him? She took a bite of the toast on her plate and decided to move on to thinking about the interview. This may be her chance to leave this relationship because it has not been one that is without trails especially coming from his side.

“Men deserve nothing,” She said under her breathe

“What was that?” he asked from the bathroom

“Oh, nothing just practicing my interview questions,”

“I am sure that you will do fine babe, you are smart and ambitious they gonna see that,” he continues

“Thank you, babe,”

This man that she so loves and is so attracted to had become an object of resentment for Tracy because of his lies and cheating and if she had the courage enough to admit she would admit to herself that another reason why she was not just leaving Johannesburg but South Africa was because she was trying to escape from this man. It felt like she was always a bird trapped in a cage when she was with him. She was good enough for him since he could not keep it in his pants. But he still wanted to possess her, keep her near him and police who she peaks to and when and were she goes. He knew why he was doing the things that he was doing. All because of his own guilt. Tracy was not doing anything on the side so she never worried about what he could possibly find. Tracy having finished her breakfast mumbled a faint goodbye got her bag and left, not waiting to get a response from Andile.

“Honestly grow some balls and kick him out Tracy,” she said chewing the last mouthful of toast.

She made her way to the bus stop and could not help but think about the mornings that he would walk her to the bus stop and wait for her when she got back to make sure that she was safe. Now all he did was lay down and sink into her couch.

She pressed the elevator button and waited. The doors opened and she made her way down and out of the building to the bus stop that was across the street.

“Time to go to that hellish place” she said in a defeated tone.

To be continued...

[seanego]

I’ll make you a trade, your beauty for stone, your sea-beloved tresses for venom-filled snakes, your innocent doe eyes for frigid gaze.

The sea is in the habit of ravishing what does not belong to him, taking without consideration.

But, sweet girl, I promise you, I will not allow this to be your ruin. You are sacred, one of my own.

And no cruel chaos will devour you again, choose terror over maiden, relinquish your human.

And I will turn you into a Goddess in your own right, a deity of monsters, a myth that will scare men for all the years and their seasons.

- Athena to Medusa, Nikita Gill

[seanego]

[seanego]

Ashe

It’s good to see everyone again. Today we talking skincare and reviewing a blackhead remover product I got from my second home Olive Young, I will also be reviewing the FREEMAN products that I used in my previous video which I am sure some of you guys are curious about

.DISCLAIMER:I am not an expert okay, I am here figuring it out like the rest of you guys. If you are going to try these products please be sure to read about them and make sure they are compatible with your skin. I am just showing you guys what works for me and what I like. If you guys have any suggestions please let me know! We are all here learning together ❤️

All love

Stay safe and stay home!

[seanego]

Lights, Spaces and People....

[seanego]

Have you ever felt alone in a crowded room?

Burning and yearning to be touched, spoken to? No I mean really spoken to...not the way the rest of the crowd speaks to you.

 A sudden wave of darkness and misery attacks you and you have no way of escaping it. 

Have you ever felt alone in a crowded room?

You laugh and speak as loud as you can, You say what people want to hear and you react the way that you are expected to but your inner soul screams to be let out, it screams to be free. But you stifle the screams with a giggle now and then and a few glasses of your favourite Gin.

Have you ever felt alone in a crowded room?

Bodies touch and bump against you, high fives, fist bumps, hugs from those that want to be you secretly but have no idea of the inner anguish that you fight, the demons that haunt you in your sleep, the skeletons you hide in your closet. What if they find out? What if they see the real me? What if...

You stay alone forever in that dark room filled with light and people that have their entire lives together?

[seanego]

Dreams

The sun rises but she doesn't see it. The skyline is crowded with high buildings, tall masses of concrete that hide it until it's in the middle of the sky. When it's not so pleasant and it scorches her forehead. The beauty of it has been sucked out of it. She looks up but quickly closes her eyes realizing the glare is too bright.

She couldn't even look up at it to scold it. Her stomach complains. She remembers she hasn't eaten a proper meal since yesterday.  But she is too busy now to be thinking about food. Too busy being consumed by thoughts of loneliness.  Friends have gone on their own paths and she seems to be wondering into an endless abyss that is cold, and she is walking this path alone.

She is consumed in the thought that perhaps nothing will ever be right...nothing.  Maybe she is supposed to be strong for the sake of everyone. She wears pain in her walk, on her face and in her conversation. Sharing this with no one she is completely alone.

And Unfortunately girls like her have never had their dreams come true.

[seanego]

Him.

Her judgemnt is clouded by the desire to swim in his mystery. One moment with him is never and never will be enough. She finds herself stuck in a pit of depression when he isn't around. She clings to the memory of him, makes up stories of him in her mind. In there he says and does the right things but she knows in reality these could never be, they can never come from a man like him. This feeling surging through her. It is intoxicating. She is drunk in her desire to be a part of his life. To drown in his words, scent and his story. His mind to her is a world undiscovered waiting to be explored. All he has to do is ask and she will be there. No matter how and why all that truly matters to her is when. Sometimes she wishes she could forget him. He can never love her the way she loves him. He is in love with someone else...is he? She is uncertain. A mystery... In love with a dangerous mystery. She knows she should not be feeling this way because nothing good can come from pursuing these feelings any further. They will amount to nothing. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, overthinking haunts her making her dream of him in every waking moment. Him.

[seanego]

How much more?

Her feet crunch over the unknown terrain. The path is worn out clear to see but the mind is always curious about the thinner paths that branch off into an unknown venture...does the path lead to another Beautiful scenery or could it be leading to a dangerous place? The prospect is exciting but not exciting enough to take her there. A tree grows out of a mountain of rocks, curving it's roots around them to reach the mineral filled soil from which it extracts what it needs to be so colossal. Casting shade over the path and allowing time to cool off in all its splendor. Birds sing and squabble in between the trees, heard but unseen. Fighting for survival. A bush is indented with a shape as though a body slept it in. What could be sleeping here in the middle of no where? It looks cosy the bush providing a shelter... nature providing a shelter for whatever needs it. The same thing kills it slowly. The bush being brown, and the twigs dying from the constant abuse, screams for nourishment and as if the heavens hear it, it starts to drizzle. She lifts her face to the sky and smile as the cool droplets hit her hot face. Breathes in and the smell of rain and it hits the ground embraces her. There is no feeling like it. True peace, serenity... Comfort. Maybe it is because we are all soon to be embraced by the Earth that we long so deeply for this peace, away from the world and away from hustle and bustle. But we still fear it. Death. So inevitable. She smiles and realizes that death can't be so bad. If the peace she is feeling in nature is anything like it... She moves between high brown grass. Has a "National Geographic" vibe to it. As though someone is about to narrate about prey moving towards a predator. She stretches out her hand and gently lets the grass move through her fingers. She wonders if it feels her soft palms brushing over it. Does it yearn for this human touch? Or does it cringe at the invasion? A buck sprints off into the distance hearing the loud shouts of conversation of the people around her. She remembers she isn't alone and sighs when someone touches her shoulder to remind her to continue walking. Humans on a hike. Maybe nature wishes we could take a hike.

[seanego]

In and out of time by Maya Angelou

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out of time. When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor I had always loved you more. You freed your braids... gave your hair to the breeze. It hummed like a hive of honey bees. I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there.... Mmmm...God how I love your hair. You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance. Lost, injured, hurt by chance. I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed.... Trying to change our nightmares into dreams... The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance our long way home. I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out in and out in and out of time.

[seanego]

He still lives, through the pages of his books, He lives...

[seanego]

Your worth

A tree struggles to grow in a forest where all the trees have to compete for sunlight. It strains for the little rays of sun that shoot through the leaves of the biggest trees around it. The skies are always so generous with rain but even that is forcibly taken by the roots of the trees around it. But still it grows with the little it has. Trees in this forest grow extremely fast so in two years it's almost as large as the others. Towering even over the ones that previously towered over it. Only because it made use of the little bit of rain and little bit of sun that it received. Life is like this. It's a lot mate. Use what you get to be where you need to be. Even if they take it all from you. You'll have a little something there. Your worth is not measured by the things you have but how you get up and live from the struggles you encounter. You are worthy.

[seanego]

To everyone going through any struggle or pain right now, keep your head up, and keep on smiling, you’ll get through it.

- Unknown (via thelovenotebook)