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You deserve to be in environments that bring out the softness in you, not the survival In you.
Brene Brown
I deeply regret that our paths ever crossed, and sometimes I wish I had never met you at all.
“I know your face like the back of my hand.”
— Unknown
I'm not toxic, I'm just the mirror reflecting your bullshit back at you
Heal, so when somebody tries to love you – you let them.
I’m trying to
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And it’s the fucking worst
Imtryimgimtryongimtrying……
And she never will… ever again and I would do anything just to hear her voice ):
reminder: if they miss you, they’ll call or text you. if they care, they’ll show it
Can’t wait to experience this
Romantic shit without having to ask for it is top tier.
The way I would die for this. But it doesn’t exist anymore 😞😞
“At night i remember how softly your fingers brush along the piano keys and i’m not afraid to fall asleep”
— Lucrezia
@ the one that left.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
“Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”
— Oscar Wilde
THIS
my problem? i care, then i regret caring, then i care again.
We could only dream right???
my favorite forms of love is being loved without feeling like i’m begging for it.
“It must start by knowing Time = Life. Spending your life on impulse will lead to a broke life, just like impulse buying leads to an empty wallet! How much value you place on your time reflects in the activities that consume your time.”
— Archibald Marwizi, Making Success Deliberate
“I’d spent so long trying to fit in, trying to be someone I wasn’t, that I had no idea who I was any more.”
— Dorothy Koomson, The Rose Petal Beach
Facts
“Was that—did she just grin at me? To me? A moment of stillness in this moment of pause. Without speaking, we let our gazes wander slow, groping to confirm relief in the other. There’s a subdued excitement for the oncoming sharing of whatever’s waiting for us behind that heavy iron door, exclusive—two solitary embers, isolated in their separate pits, far away but fanned by the same wind, the same night, alone with the night, their respective camps all gone to sleep, flaring softly cradled calling, out against the great dark backdrop of the great unknown.”
— Patrick Bryant