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I’ve taught myself how to say no, how to stand my ground when someone is trying to shift my weight to a place that is better for them. I learnt the hard way of how losing someone can feel as if you’ve lost everything. When I feel an oncoming absence I fill my room with the things I love so that I never feel empty again. Someone once told me that forgiving someone means becoming a better person, but I still have not forgave those who have put me through torture for the sake of their own pleasure and still I get better as the days go on. I don’t care anymore about being called selfish because if this is the only life that I will ever live, I want to survive in the only way that I know how. And if that means not exposing myself to anyone who claims that they won’t use my secrets against me then I will board up the walls of my heart so that no one can break through. This is not a poem about realizing that I am better off now than I was before I knew that not everyone you love will not always love you back, but a poem to show myself that I made it through those rough times and if I keep holding on I will only become stronger than I am right now.

"On reflecting," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)

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Gif Meme - viperofsand asked: Daenerys Targaryen + My Emotions

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You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win.

Ryan O’Connell, The People You Will Fall in Love With in Your 20s (via larmoyante)

All. Of. This.

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When my alarm goes off in the morning

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As C.M. Kosemen explains throughout All Yesterdays, we really can’t ever know how much fat and other soft tissues contributed to the overall shape of dinosaurs since that’s the first thing to rot and shrivel tight against their bones and like even a sperm whale has a little skinny skeleton.

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For my 25th birthday, I started a blog about my dating adventures. Feel free to check it out if you're interested:

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You wanted so badly for him to be a good prayer you could tell your mother about it, and you wanted so badly for him to be the good days where it was easy to breathe and dance and love like you meant it. But he’s just the ache in your knees now, and you’ve got poison underneath your tongue, and you’re waiting to kiss him one last time, and you’re waiting to ruin him. But everyday ends the same, and you’re left wondering where to put the relics left behind from the timelines you loved him in. You used to expand like a universe without apology, and now you are breaking limbs trying to make room for the ghosts you let come back from the dead. You brave, brave thing. One day, you’re going to stop leaving the door open for people who only know how to keep leaving, and you’re not going to be sorry for it ever again.

Y.Z, we’re all still learning (via rustyvoices)

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When the past has passed from you at last, let go. Then climb down and begin the rest of your life. With great joy.

Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love (via sevenseals)

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You told me you loved me but I found the exchange receipt that you were going to use to exchange me for someone else. You told me you loved me but you sure as hell did not make me feel that way because you were constantly disregarding me and you even told me you forgot about me as if I were just a pair of keys that you were always forgetting at home. You told me you loved me but you were holding the damn paintbrush that painted tears on my cheeks even when you said you were never the artistic type. You told me you loved me but you were flirting with so many other girls that I wonder who else you said those exact words to and you threw them around so easily as if you were just greeting someone with I love yous. You told me you loved me but you lost interest in me so often that I felt like I was just a toy that you would only pick up when you were tremendously bored. You told me you loved me and you even said you would take a bullet for me but I never imagined you meant that you would be holding the trigger and by the time you decided to take the bullet it had already hit my skin. You told me you loved me and that you would be gentle with me just as you treat yourself but you do not even love and care for yourself. You told me you loved me and that you would never hurt me but now I am hurt and the knife is in your hand that has left me here with a bleeding heart and I feel so numb that I am not even sure if it is my own blood anymore.

You told me you loved me (via dollpoetry)