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Consistency and Reassurance is the best thing anyone can give you. 💍
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ May this love find me..
My insecurities are so bad I constantly need reassurance and attention or else I’ll hate myself!
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I remember making pancakes from scratch. I was so excited. I had called my mom back home in Houston to ask her for my grandma’s recipe. What a blessing. I was going to be the third gen to serve my significant other this recipe.
I made a huge stack. Bought all the fixings. Butter. Syrup. Jam. I served the cakes with a glass of milk.
I cannot remember what triggered him. I just remember crying in the kitchen. Sitting alone. With the pancakes. Unable to comprehend what had happened.
His lack of communication always broke my heart. I was left standing alone and completely dumbfounded. Questioning what I did wrong. What I said that was offensive. Questioning my acts of love. Questioning why? Questioning my worth. While trying to glue my shattered heart together.
I sat alone at the dining table and cried. After crying my heart out, I picked up my plate and his. I cleared the plates. Everything went in the trash. The stacks of pancakes. The eggs. The sausage. All of it.
After a while, he came back. He left a trail of the scent of marijuana as he passed me by. He seemed collected and calm. He was ready to eat. He asked for the pancakes.
And when I told him I threw the food away, he simply walked out and picked up some fast food.
It took me over a decade to make pancakes again.
The only thing I can’t get back is time.
*Enters a bookstore*
me to myself: be calm
My happiness. I want to go to a bookstore w some iced coffee and just be me.
Reminder that you're actually interesting. Your hobbies are interesting, your interests are interesting, you are important and loveable and people appreciate you. You're just a loveable, interesting person.
may you never go back to the dark places you fought so hard to get out of
I hate that there are things I will never get over.
Heartache.
Someone said, “The reason you isolate when you’re struggling is because you were left alone as a child to deal with your emotions” and I felt that.
Oh...
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What a dreamy place. I miss Brooklyn.
i really wish everyone had good hearts and good intentions for others , honestly
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Pasta slut por vida.
is living in a bookstore too much to ask for?