I’ve decided I’m going to delete tumblr very soon.
I think it’s time.
So if you want to be friends on different social media, feel free to message me.
Thanks for having me the last 8 years.
💜
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I’ve decided I’m going to delete tumblr very soon.
I think it’s time.
So if you want to be friends on different social media, feel free to message me.
Thanks for having me the last 8 years.
💜
I’ve decided I’m going to delete tumblr very soon.
I think it’s time.
So if you want to be friends on different social media, feel free to message me.
Thanks for having me the last 8 years.
💜
You know how you can never notice yourself growing up but when you see someone after a long time, they’re shocked that you’ve grown so much?
That’s exactly what recovery is like.
I will spend more time with myself in this lifetime than anyone else. Let me learn to be the kind of person I would like to have as a friend.
Courage to Change: One Day at a Time (Al-Anon.)
REPEAT AFTER ME: ‘My current situation is not my final destination’
quote i stumbled across a few days ago and can’t get out of my head it’s so important (via worth-recovering)
i am not the person you left behind anymore i have new favorite songs, a new favorite color, new bad habits my hair is different, my heart is different, my soul is different the scars on my heart are now stars i am shining brighter than ever the freckles covering my skin are a map of my future and my past i am lighter than ever my smile tells stories of the places i’ve been i am happier than ever i’m not the person you left behind anymore remanence of the past still lingers but there is no one left here to miss
roughlycapricious (via wnq-writers)
Stop apologizing. You don’t have to say sorry for how you laugh, how you dress, how you make your hair, how you speak. You don’t have to be sorry for being yourself. Do it fearlessly. It’s time to accept this is you, and you gotta spend the rest of your life with you. So start loving your sarcasm, your awkwardness, your weirdness, your unique sense of humor, your everything. It will make your life so much easier to simply be yourself.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Why is this so funny to me
You have to love your girl and yourself at the same place. That’s how you grow together.
Juansen Dizon, Same Soil (via juansendizon)
Talk to me. Talk to me about all the things that keep you awake at night, about the words like daggers that make you crawl back to the little corner in your chest. Talk to me about the love you wish to give and have, about saving the world with your own two hands. Talk to me, love, because sometimes, silence alone is not enough.
Lukas W. // Talk to me, love (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
Little achievements are important too! Yes, the ones that don’t sound impressive. Got out of bed? Eaten? Did something nice? Did some chores or homework? Went a little longer without relapsing? It’s all important! Be proud of your achievements, no matter how small.
It’s weird seeing people really half naked pictures of me from years ago.
How else will your soul make space for the enormous task of healing if you never ever allow yourself to crumble, to let that tough facade crack?
Nikita Gill, You Are Holding Those Broken Pieces So Tightly To Your Chest, You Can’t See How They Are Piercing Your Heart (via meanwhilepoetry)