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SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK

redsatinsheets

idk if men know this but

if you have to beg a girl into saying yes, it’s not consensual. if you make a girl feel bad for not wanting to have sex with you to the point where she says yes, it’s not consensual. if you have to trick a girl into saying yes, it’s not consensual.

sunsetico-deactivated20250705

i don’t think i was in love with you or anything like that. i was just amazed by our existences’ collision despite the very little probability they had to do so. i just really enjoyed your presence, your voice and your scent. i just smiled sillily when the thought of you popped in my head and cried sincerely when you walked away. i just found it easier to breathe, to live when you were around but suddenly felt the urge to never wake up to another day when you left. i repeat, i don’t think i was in love with you or anything. i’m a very good liar, so good i convinced myself whatever feelings i had for you were not to be called “love”. however, just like all good liars do, i knew the truth i was trying to cover up.

(via sunsetico)

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ifthenightcouldtalk

I don’t know how to love people. Every one leaves or I scare them away. I love too hard or not enough. I overwhelm them with affection or I forget to return their messages for three days. I am all in or not in at all. I am fire or I am ice, but I am never water.I don’t know how to be in between. I don’t know how to love people.

(via ifthenightcouldtalk)

sundayepiphany

“If I’d’ve known that would be the last hug you ever gave me, I would’ve held on longer.”

- D.N. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #189

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siickangel

withinliminalspaces-blog

I finally figured out why this hurts so much. I’m stuck in limbo, this liminal space between what we were and whatever comes next. I know, logically, that what we had is done; your silence is more than enough proof. But your silence also fosters hope, that small “what-if” in the back of my mind. And even the smallest glimpse of hope is enough to keep me here, trapped in this uncertainty. As long as we have no closure, no absolute end date, hope will not leave. As long as there are questions left unanswered and words left unsaid, a part of me will always be waiting for you.

(via withinliminalspaces)

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messcalledlife-deactivated20220

fucked up over a boy that doesn’t care about me

-ten word story (melissa v.)

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be-stilland-know

Come back to me— I know how to love you so much better now that I can’t.

28/02/17 (via be-stilland-know)

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writingswithinthewalls-blog

Sometimes I wonder if you think of me as much as I think of you, or if you even think of me at all.

2:38am (via writingswithinthewalls)

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humanhealing

How can you just leave someone’s life? How is it so easy for you? What do you do with all the memories of us laughing and talking at 4am, and habits of texting ‘Good morning’ and 'Goodnight.’ How can you just leave that? Did you never care at all?

I want to believe you miss me, but deep down I know you don’t. ( @humanhealing )

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