“What if I never forget you? What if, for the rest of my life when I meet someone new, I can never fall for them because they aren’t you?”
— What If / Unrequited Love
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“What if I never forget you? What if, for the rest of my life when I meet someone new, I can never fall for them because they aren’t you?”
— What If / Unrequited Love
The effects of living with emotional abuse include:
• A fear of being natural and spontaneous
• A loss of enthusiasm or their old joie de vive
• Insecurity related to how they are coming across to others
• An inner belief that they are deeply flawed
• A loss of self-confidence and self esteem
• Growing self-doubt (so they’re afraid to make even the smallest decision, or to take on even the simplest of tasks)
• Never trusting their own judgments (as they believe that they misunderstand or misread everything)
• Having a constant critic in their head
• Scared to disobey them in fear that they will do something to them.
• Feeling they should be happier and more upbeat than they are (in order to meet the approval of others)
• Feeling they’re too sensitive, and ought to “toughen up”
• Fearing they’re going crazy, or losing their mind
• Having fear of leaving/ letting anyone help
• A tendency to live in the future (“Everything will be OK when/after ….”)
• A desire to break free, escape or run away
• A distrust and fear of entering into any close relationships agai
“This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.”
— Jodi Picoult, Lone Wolf (via wordsnquotes)
This blog is Dedicated to anyone suffering from Anxiety! Please Follow Us if You Can Relate: ANXIETYPROBLEMS
This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult, Lone Wolf (via wordsnquotes)
You can love someone so much. But if they don’t want to be saved, nothing will save them. Not even love.
Kristie Betts (via wnq-writers)
If you’re the type of person to want to go some where just to see the sunrise/sunset or you want to stay in the car a little longer just to finish listening to that one song then we’d get along very well
Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
Emery Allen (via wordsnquotes)
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky (Tiffany Aching)
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It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
John Green (via glassbonespaperskin)
Sometimes I feel like time is the murderer of all. Though they say time heals. Time just allows the scar to form over a wound that will never truly be as it was before.
jaedynrenai98 (via wnq-writers)
I have so much love to give- if only I have learned to give it to myself first
1:02 am (via benjaminalivia)
Two souls don’t find each other by simple accident.
Jorge Luis Borges (via thelovejournals)
You remind me of the stars in the sky Because I don’t ever want to stop looking at sky And I don’t ever want to stop looking at you You’ve captivated my mind my heart and my soul the flowers from previous woes have now grown into beautiful roses as beautiful as it seems I’m finding it hard to breathe because reality has hit me and I know I can never call you one word, mine.
biancandthebeanstalk, every rose has its thorn (via wnq-writers)