gatsby's american nightmare

softnsilk:

but imagine being in your favorite foreign city, living in a cute, cozy apartment with a lovely view, working at a small bookstore, spending your time at beautiful cofffee shops and libraries, taking long walks, meeting new people that make you feel good, being yourself, finding true love and actually feeling good & fullfilled with your life

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sobriety

there’s something comforting about sobriety, an almost nostalgic reminder of a self lost. you have to be present with yourself and within the world. you have to hold your pain and your fury and your sadness close to you as you held your favorite teddy bear as a child. there’s no cop out of blackout, there’s no putting feelings off until they’re convenient–they are never convenient. but we find new–or perhaps old but forgotten–ways to get through the tough times. we take a bath. we have some tea. we read a book. we discover a new show or try a new hobby. we cuddle up with blankets or perhaps a loved one and let warmth and snuggliness lull us into dream-filled sleep that is actually restful. we discover things about ourselves we didn’t know, or perhaps had forgotten behind all the empty pass outs. you regain control. and that’s kind of totally fucking awesome.