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@bertaasanchezz
She lives the poetry she cannot write.
- Oscar Wilde
So many people love you. Don’t focus on the people who don’t.
The worst feeling is when you don’t want to give up on someone but you know you have to.
Some days I’m afraid to write, because sometimes the honesty kills me.
some things to remember:
- you’re never truly alone or unloved
- progress takes time, recovery takes time, real change takes time, and that’s just fine
- your brain telling you you’re worthless at 1am does not make it true whatsoever
- loneliness, heartache, rejection, and grief all hurt but they are not forever no matter how much they feel everlasting
- you don’t have to change to fit someone’s ideal image of you
- no one is worth losing yourself over
- mixed emotions and anger and regret are all part of facing reality and coping
- people do not all love like you do
- you are more than your problems
- you’re going to make it through the hard times and get to enjoy better ones
¿No les pasa que algunas veces sienten la necesidad de preguntarle a alguien si realmente aún los quiere en su vida, porque siempre sienten como si a esa persona realmente no le importaras?
Algún dÃa entenderás...Â
Que llegar a casa y comer un plato de comida hecho por mamá es tenerlo todo en la vida.
I feel myself changing. I don’t laugh the same, smile the same, or talk the same I’m just tired of everything.
De repente suena una canción que te transporta diez años atrás en un suspiro. Como si fuera magia. Sonando como el primer dÃa.Â