I lost myself last year, I’m not losing myself this year
1:41 AM thoughts (via alalae)
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I lost myself last year, I’m not losing myself this year
1:41 AM thoughts (via alalae)
I took one month off of drinking and I lost 5 lbs and all my friends.
i think we all need to remember that other people see us physically as a whole. they see our entire shape and face as one entire whole, whereas when we view ourselves we see ourselves in pieces, pieces we are highly critical of. other people are seeing everything together, flawlessly.
all i do is watch makeup tutorials and daydream about the dick I deserve
There's been like 20 overdoses in 2 days because some shit fuck is selling bad heroin and it's all anyone is talking about and people are being so god damn mean and I'm still so fucking sorry you ever felt so low. I'm still so sorry I didn't know what to do. I know I can't blame myself and I know now I had no idea what the fuck I was doing but I tried. I tried so damn hard. I needed help. I should have asked. I guess at least you don't feel so damn low anymore.
I wish you could know how much you've crushed me. Absolutely fucking ruined me.
The series of faces you make when someones messing with your butthole and you’re trying to figure out if you like it or not.
You have to accept that some people are not made for deep conversations, or for holding you together when you’re about to fall apart, or for keeping you from unzipping your skin, or for talking you out of suicide, or to love you through the worst moments of your life. Some people are made for shallow exchanges, and ridiculous banter, and nothing more. And that’s okay. That doesn’t make them horrible people because they simply aren’t able to handle a storm like you. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you won’t divulge all the gritty details of your horror show. It makes you smart. You have to accept that there will be people that cannot give you what you need. It doesn’t mean they are not worth keeping in your life. You just have to figure out who these ones are before you’re disappointed. And you have to keep them at arm’s length. You cannot expect everyone in your life to understand, to be nonjudgmental, to get it. But that’s okay, because not everyone was made to impart wisdom, or wax-poetic, or speak on politics and the depravity of society, or discuss how crucial it is that the stigma of mental illness be abolished. There are times when you have to get away from all that heaviness. You have to. And you will need superficial conversation about Kim Kardashian’s arse, or a debate on the colour of The Dress. You will need those ones. So don’t go round cutting people off and dropping your friends. You need people for all your seasons. You need people or you won’t survive this.
What my therapist told me this morning (via llogicas)
Lessons from ex lovers; mine and others.
Don’t fuck the boy who calls his mother every day, but speaks ill of her when he hangs up. This boy won’t ever appreciate you as a woman, lover, or nurturer. It is not in his make to.
Don’t fuck the boy who’s ex’s belongings still litter the house. She is still a ghost in the home, and shooing her away will make you an even uglier poltergeist. He will resent you for this.
Don’t fuck the boy who doesn’t let you spend the night. The drive home is painfully criticizing. You will hate yourself.
Don’t fuck the boy who does not hold you after. The most important time for affection is now. You deserve to be held.
Don’t fuck the boy who does not introduce you to his friends. You are not a secret. Do not allow yourself to be one.
Don’t fuck the boy who won’t talk to you about his past. And when he does, do not judge him for it. If he doesn’t, find someone with a history worth learning.
Don’t fuck the boy who isn’t a good kisser. He won’t get better. You won’t learn to like it. This is a sign.
Don’t fuck the boy who speaks often but listens rarely. He is looking to fill a void. He will not fill yours.
Don’t fuck the boy who does not know your body. His thrusts are generic. They will not satisfy you. He will think otherwise, though.
Don’t give him a second chance, he doesn’t get better. He will keep calling. Ignore.
Don’t fuck the boy who disregards your boundaries, you don’t have to justify yourself. He does not deserve the opportunity to apologize. He does not know what he did wrong.
Don’t fuck the boy who does not communicate about your wants, and his. The sex will be mediocre.
Don’t fuck the boy who leads you to love, and leaves you. He will not ever love you.
Don’t fuck the girl who writes, you will find a space on this list.
That Means…. Fuck Me!
Don’t fuck the boy who uses your negative experiences to make himself look better. He isn’t a better man for posing against failures.
Why should I be sad? I have lost someone who didn’t love me. But they lost someone who loved them.
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WHY AM I LAUGHING SO HARD AT THIS 😂
My mom does this with the soap omfg
Me as a mom
I don't have any friends anymore. this feels awful.
growing up is honestly the most confusing and awful thing.
I was a thousand different people before I went to sleep.
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Its hard when you miss someone. Every good moment can turn into a sad one when you realize they aren't there to share it with you.