Because your parents are dead.
Aw bless you Simba. :’3
Like a bad habit.

I’m getting used to it again.
I’m catching myself day dream again.
Haven’t I learned my lesson?

Haven’t I?

Well.

Every year brings on a new challenge.

I think this year has revolved around friendship—keeping them, maintaining them, defining them, navigating through them.

People walk in and out of your life, whether you like it or not, and if you’re absolutely honest with yourself, you’re not really owed an explanation. Feelings change, miscommunication, misinterpretation…?

But when it DOES happen, I can’t help but feel really grateful for the friends I do have, the ones that have stuck around even when I wasn’t my best, or when I wasn’t the most lovable person.

It’s a bittersweet place to be in.

It’s strange that most of the time we never think of people leaving and you just think that they will always be around. Then, one day, they are gone and you have this big empty space inside your chest. But, that’s all I know so far. I don’t know if you ever stop missing them or if one day you can let them back into your life and hope that they won’t hurt you again.
(wordsthat-speak)

(Source: flickr.com, via he-made-me-insecure)