grace

US|20|poems and quotes

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

We’re afraid others will see our flaws, weaknesses and insecurities. We’re afraid if others really knew us, they would reject us. We feel like fakes and frauds in a world that seems to have it all together.

Dave Earley (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[flyartproductions]

Ghismonda is a savage

Ghismonda with the Heart of Guiscardo (c. 1650s), Bernadino Mei / Needed Me, Rihanna

[i-wrotethisforme]

There are an infinite amount of things that could hurt you, and hundreds that actually will. But nothing, seriously nothing, compares to when you hurt yourself. Like feeling that complete soul crushing pain and knowing that it was 100% no ones fault but your own. That’s real heartbreak. So whatever you do, don’t break your own heart.

[dis-grace-ful23]

He must have a tracker on me that lets him know when I begin to move on. Every time I start to feel happy again he comes back into my life and fucks it up again.

[wordsnquotes]

“What do you want from me?“ he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.”

— Melina Marchetta, Jellicoe Road

[drowningpoetry]

“you have this hole in your heart that you’re attempting to fill with another person but the thing you fail to realize is that you go for men who treat you the way you treat yourself and that’s why you end up so hurt. you abuse yourself and see yourself as less than. so naturally, you go for guys who treat you the same way as you treat yourself because that’s what you think you deserve. broken people attract more brokenness. that’s why when you see yourself as nothing, the creeps and bad guys are so attracted to you. because they’re bullies and insecure themselves and project it onto you because they know you’re vulnerable and hurting so that you’ll take it. and because youre a ‘martyr’ you accept this and you convince yourself that they need saving and worshiping and loving when really they deserve nothing to do with you. it’s not to say that you’re better than them, it’s simply just facts. you, and your heart, deserve better than scum. so remove them. that’s why when good people love you, you can’t accept it. because you don’t think you deserve it. all of these parts in you are fighting to take control. rage. sadness. grief. they’re all consuming you, and filling you so much that they kicked you out. you are not ‘self’. self is wholesomeness, love, kindness, and acceptance to yourself and your life. but all your pain and parts have removed it. and that’s why i’m here. im here to temporarily be your ‘self’ until you gain back control of it. and your problem is that you try and compensate for losing your ‘self’ by having a guy, a douchebag guy, become your ‘self’ and that’s why you hurt. only you can run yourself and be your ‘self’ and douche bag guys who convince you that you can make them whole don’t deserve you.”

— advice from my therapist that I cant stop thinking about

[justscribbledwords]

“not everyone we call friends are good for us”

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justscribbledwords

[prom-ising]

[lhzthepoet]

War ate a girl and spat out a woman.

Excerpt from Myth Untold // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

[thelovejournals]

You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the centre of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.

Abby McDonald, Getting Over Garrett Delaney (via wordsnquotes)

[meanwhilepoetry]

I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[wnq-anonymous]

I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.

Glennon Doyle Melton (via wnq-anonymous)

[wnq-anonymous]

There are two types of ‘tired’, I suppose. One is a dire need of sleep, the other is the dire need of peace.

Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[wnq-anonymous]

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.

Charlotte Eriksson (via wnq-anonymous)

[turntboyz]

[inevitable-realities]

I don’t think I ever really loved you the right way. But then again you never really loved me at all.

My Heart Bleeds Poetry #38

Charlene Pablo

[a-laa-mode]

In 20 years, when my daughter asks me who my first love was, I’ll think of you. I will think of nights spent talking until the sun came up. I will think of the way your smile lit up my heart. I will think of the lessons you taught me, both before and after your broke my heart. And I will look down at my daughter and tell her your name, I’ll tell her how much I loved you, how dangerous it is to love somebody that much, how I had to learn to put myself back together again once you left. But I’ll also tell her that none of it matters as much as it did then, I’ll tell her that it doesn’t hurt the way it used to, I’ll tell her that it’s important to put your heart on the line even if it means breaking it somewhere along the way. And I’ll tell her that you taught me one of the most important lessons you can ever learn: that you deserve someone who knows how to love you.

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #117 (via a-laa-mode)