This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.
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This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.
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This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.
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This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.
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This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.
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This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.
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This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.
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This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.
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This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.

Really have no clue how I would’ve made it past this week without my ma. Sometimes I take you for granted and I’m so sorry for that. It’s been one of the toughest weeks I’ve had and you have made each day of it more bearable. If it wasn’t for you I think I would have gave up on myself and my goals really fast…you keep me motivated and you always give me faith. I love you so much and I am so thankful to have you as a mom. 

darrynek:

when you’re buying something and the cashier gives you change and people are waiting in line behind you and slowly moving forward and you’re trying to cram your change in your wallet and get out of the way as fast as you can that shit is horrifying and traumatic

Toughest week I’ve had in a long time at school. I hate stepping out of my comfort zone and lately thats all I’ve been doing. Everything is getting so difficult and it’s hard comprehending all this info being thrown at me. It’s so hard to be positive when everyone around me is going through the same thing and having the same doubts….I also expect way too much out of myself I end up getting slapped in the face. I honestly just hope things will get better and I can learn how to manage everything more efficiently…
I’ve got dreams big enough to scare me, but the question is whether or not I can retain the courage and ability to work for it. So far it feels like I’m being pushed down every single day and slowly losing faith in myself…

It was always about endless hoping when it came to you and I felt so exhausted. Constant longing, constant wanting but nothing was ever enough. I had to drown in this love to finally realize that it was never going to save me.

‘The Chase’ (via thepassingdialogues)