it’s more of the same, the yearning, the thinking, the itching - it all burns down to the embers, every time.
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it’s more of the same, the yearning, the thinking, the itching - it all burns down to the embers, every time.
It’s difficult not to go to you for the comfort you used to give me. The pep talks I want to hear, everything, its so hard to bear jesus christ.
Change
The thing about distractions is that they are temporary. As are most things are in life, temporary. Fleeting.
A feeling you had forgotten,
Or the same dreading feeling, every day,
Either way they’re temporary, the only thing constant is change, and the only thing changing is you, you are the only constant thing, not the feelings and things you identify with.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)
Reality struck me like a house built upon a series of choices, a house too many people didn't want to build a second time.
Funny thing About the Past (Medium)
My imagination will get me a passport to hell one day.
John Steinbeck (via quotemadness)
Wonder about you, proud of you.
Did you have a hard time letting me go?
If you did I hope it was quickly.
I had a hard time too,
sorry it didn’t show.
I know I hurt you when I told you things...
Because I wanted them to be true.
I believed that they were but
ultimately it wasn’t enough,
That crazy thing called love.
You were a last for me.
A phase completed immortally
I’m sorry I denied you,
The words you wanted desperately.
I didn’t want to give you false hope,
because now you see
Our love was never meant to be.
Oh
Here I go again
Falling apart over
Matters of the heart
And it seems
To never end.
Can someone tell me why the fuck the people in my grandparents old folks community dressed up as sperm for Halloween? I feel like I’m having a stroke
My body craves for you
Fits into you, entertwined,
And blissfully divine
If you think about it, YOU LOVE YOURSELF so much that you set extremely high expectations for yourself because you KNOW you could do it, it’s the self doubt that holds you back.
BUT THATS ALL OKAY because the big picture is that YOU LOVE YOURSELF. & YOU ARE WORTHY of that love!
Happy Thursday :)
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This is how you fucking know the women in your women’s group are strong AF. When they spit truth like this.
This reminds me of that Maya Angelou quote,
"I don't trust people who don't love themselves and tell me, 'I love you.' ... There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt."