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@coffeemuq
my advice to girls is to stop feeling guilty about everything especially when it comes to guys. you don’t need to feel guilty for rejecting a guy even if he really likes you or he’s a nice guy. you don’t need to feel guilty about having boundaries or standards or expectations. you don’t need to feel guilty for saying no. treat people with respect but remember u don’t owe men anything. not a relationship, not sex, not your time, energy, attention, affection, not a reply or a message, not even a smile
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I dig myself up from the wet mud. throwing all the love poems out of the window I die with the sunset in my eyes. I ask myself for advice, I betray myself, ungratefully seeking for love in a man, high on disappointment. I do not blossom. I do not grow, I am thirsty. I do not rain on myself anymore. Oh, how our love is compared to a cactus. Dry, with millions of thorns. I have grown through you, I became a peony, I became an orange tree, desirous for love, fruitful and dying with every sunset and sunrise. I dig myself up. and I promise I will incarnate myself into the past. I dig myself up unlovable, unrecognizable, unforgettable. I put my teeth in revenge like it’s an orange. Through its peel, with all the juice dripping on my lips.
The Orange Tree by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
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