i love myself but i dont love me back
i have never ever related to anything so fucking hard
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i love myself but i dont love me back
i have never ever related to anything so fucking hard
“I was screaming at the top of my lungs about everything that was hurting underneath my skin, but all the world heard from me was silence.”
— Lukas W. // Scream
The most relatable moment from spongebob for me is when he went over to Sandy’s house for the first time and was too polite and socially nervous to tell her he was slowly dying
“silence has always been my loudest scream.”
— Amanda Lovelace, The Princess Saves Herself in this One
“You have to get to the point where your mood doesn’t shift based on the insignificant actions of someone else.”
— Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
do you ever sit with a group of people and not say anything for the entire time so theres no reason for you to be there youre just awkwardly listening to people converse while doing your own thing and wondering how its so easy for them to just talk or why its so hard for you to say anything
a relationship with a good flirt to roast ratio
me after every dream: honestly? what kind of symbolism.
Typewriter Series #2168 by Tyler Knott Gregson
“Maybe one night when we collapse onto your bed at four in the morning, we can listen to heartbeats and laughter instead of laying there in silence until one of us is ready to open up. I understand that it takes time to tell our stories but I find myself excited to hear yours and vulnerable enough to want to share mine. I want to talk about your hands and your eyes when you undress me, the sound that slips your mouth when our skin collides, and the way your fingers slip between the spaces I try to hide. I think we should open the boxes we hide beneath the bed and the letters never sent. Tell me about that one time your mother had to leave the light on after a nightmare because I may need to you keep the candle burning at night. And for all those old photographs standing on your bookshelf - I want to know the time and place behind them all, especially the black and white one that made your eyes a little empty when I asked who it was. I want to talk about what it was that ate you up and spit you out for you are tough, but anyone can easily make a heart as soft as yours break if they really wanted to. Your hands may be rough but your soul is fragile, and so, I want to listen to it talk about the fairy tale endings that somehow do exist in your mind and how some day, you will find one. Maybe the next time we collapse onto your bed at four in the morning, we will be trying to shut one another up so we would actually be able to fall asleep.”
— Ming D. Liu, I Want to Talk About Your Hands
“We tend to think about self-acceptance as this giant breakthrough, like you’ll turn some corner and or have an amazing epiphany and you’ll finally be capable of self-love. But most self-acceptance comes from cultivation over the course of many years. We have to slowly and somewhat tediously remind ourselves that we’re doing great, even with all of our flaws, until that feeling becomes less effortful.”
— Ask Polly: How Do I Stop Hating Myself?
“Until you change your thinking, you will always recycle your experiences.”
— Unknown
“Be somebody nobody thought you could be.”
— William Chapman (via myungsuo)
Lounging on books.
“read a girl who dates books”
A sea of whiskey couldn’t intoxicate me as much as a drop of you
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