hello

I just like words, maybe you do too

[cndy1701]

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🌸 💐

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You don’t love me. You don’t love me. You don’t love me.

I say it to myself when I wake up. And at work. And when I get home. And when I go to sleep. And in my dreams.

I am a broken record. Or maybe I’m just broken. But until it sinks into my bones and into my brain and into my soul, I will continue to remind myself.

You don’t love me.

Until I can say it out loud and not flinch. Until my heart doesn’t cave in under the weight of your absence.

You don’t love me.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I’m looking forward to the day I don’t anymore.

But I love you.

[cndy1701]

@werenotreallystrangers

[cndy1701]

“I spent 16 years with my head in the toilet, trying to be light. I drank myself numb for a decade, trying to be pleasant. I’ve giggled at and slept with assholes, trying to be touchable. I’ve held my tounge so hard I tasted blood, trying to be gentle. I have spent thousand on potions and poisons, trying to be youthful. I have denied myself for decades, trying to be pure.”

-Glennon Doyle, Untamed

[cndy1701]

I can't call you a stranger

But I can't call you

I know you think that I erased you

You may hate me but I can't hate you

Tell me how I should feel about you now

Or just tell me how to feel about you now

Let me know,

Do I suffocate or just let go?

Tell me How, Paramore

[cndy1701]

“no plant as ever watered itself”

[the-inspiring-quotes]

[qvotable]

“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer // Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

[cndy1701]

I just went to get some mini nilla wafers and when i opened the box to pour some out cheese itz came out and not mini nilla wafers and i was so shocked i literally started crying and now i can’t stop but i mean, yeah, working from home for the last 3 months has been going ok

[cndy1701]

be better. start with you.

[i-wrotethisforme]

My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.

[cndy1701]

who do you count on, when you can’t count on yourself?