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And I told you to be patient And I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced And I told you to be kind And now all your love is wasted And then who the hell was I? And I'm breaking at the britches And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind?

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« Why are you so obsessed with me? Why don't you go find someone better? Because there is no one better. I love you. »

Leave a little light on

Quand j’écoute De garde 24/7, ça me crée une urgence de générer et de partager ma créativité. Si fallait qu’un mal m’emporte ou que ma personne s’efface doucement, mais soudainement, mon plus grand regret serait d’avoir jamais partagé les mots, les cris, les bruits dans ma tête. Si moi je pleure, je pense qu’ils peuvent peut-être un peu guérir d’autres âmes en quête de sens.

Quand j’entends Kisser de Step Rockets, je ne peux m’empêcher de verser une larme pour l’ado que j’étais qui avait tant d’espoir pour l’adulte que j’allais devenir. Surtout, c’est un gros deuil violent que je dois process de ne pas avoir utilisé ma jeunesse comme je l’aurais voulu. Manque de ressources, manque de volonté, manque de santés (physique et mentale), manque de repères et d’épaules pour me suivre dans les aventures que je croyais pouvoir gérer.

Il est trop tard pour un doux premier baiser électrifié sur Mont-Royal avec une fine neige, une grosse tuque, un coat en faux cuir, des boots lacées et Kisser qui joue en background. J’suis rendue à la maison et les enfants, mais j’ai skippé les étapes préalables pour choisir ma vie: En essayer d’autres.

Peut-être que dans dix ans, j’vais me trouver super nounoune d’avoir pensé que tout était mort alors que j’avais « que » 28 ans. Sauf qu’aujourd’hui, j’ai jamais été aussi vieille. Plus les années passent et plus je regrette de ne pas avoir su comment capturer ma jeunesse dans un pot masson pour pouvoir la savourer le reste de ma vie.

J’aurais voulu pouvoir faire des niaiseries.

you can go crazy hoping you’ll accidentally run into him every second of every day

I just wanna get groceries I'll pray you wanna get close to me I'll give it some, give it some, give it some time But I think we're supposed to be And if you wanna get groceries And if you wanna get close to me Just gimme some, gimme some, gimme some sign I think that we're supposed to be

Always HONY

« But maybe if I’m ever done with everything, then I can have a little breakdown. »

#Hony #humansofnewyork #quote

thats why i keep my door closed

"You let somebody in, you know? And then you make room. Then they go and yet...the room is still there"

#glow #glow netflix #glowquotes #glowquote #tv show quotes

the waves

and i was made for tropics

#waves #tropics #mantaraybryn #lyrics

i hate letting people go

Was I chasing convenience In a wave of disaster

it’s all gonna be fine

you can’t totally trust one person, but it’s gonna be alright. You don’t need anyone else. You are enough.

cutting

I cut people from my life as if they were food.

One day I eat chips and bagels and coffee and the next, I stick with herbal tea and gluten free bread. Cause that’s what’s good for me.

I gave my all for bagels and coffee, and for a time, they were good to me too. I needed to eat, they were there. They gave me energy and something to look forward to. But i got intolerant. I had always been but I only realized it that one day.

One day I realized the sound my stomach makes came from gluten. I didn’t want to believe it, because I had always lived with gluten in my life. Gluten was easy. Gluten was everywhere. Gluten was available. Turns out gluten was bad to me. So I cut gluten out. No pain, day and night. Easy breezy. Rough for the first days but I get used to anything.

But coffee. Boy, did I like coffee. I had coffee everyday. Nothing else tastes like coffee. Nothing brings in my life the vibe that coffee did. And I thought everybody reacted to caffeine the same way I did. But no. They told me I overreacted to it. Bad for my already-low-budget kidneys. But shit I loved coffee. I loved it black, loved it with cream and sugar, loved it with a tear of milk. Loved it in every way. Turns out coffee didn’t even like me. Coffee couldn’t treat me like it treated others. Coffee was more rough to me than to anyone else. So now I have to cut caffeine. But that’s more difficult.

Fake gluten, there is. Great substitutes. Caffeine, there’s none. It was complete in itself.

I cut people from my life as if they were food. I never regretted cutting gluten out. I felt instantly better and still do everyday. But now I have to cut back on coffee and it breaks my heart. Because even if he did treat me like shit sometimes, I knew he still had my back. He was rooting for me. He was team Roz. But I have to. Please wish me strength. I need it.

#strength #food #cutting #cuttingpeopleout

toujours se demander si lâcher prise est la meilleure décision

Qu’est-ce qu’y a de fondamentalement détestable chez moi?

I mean, if it’s meant to be...

Why won’t you ride with me, see where this thing goes?

Assez

The feeling of never being enough.

Hanging with people who make you feel like that, who treat you like that.

Treating yourself like that.

Overcompensating, hoping one day you’ll live up to the high standard you set up.

Always pushing the bar higher, never actually touching it.

#enough #never enough #high #standards