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Fuck my Life

I mistook your abuse for love. No, you did not hit me. You did not lay a finger on my skin, you couldn't. Not because I was a girl, but because it was against your morals, and your ego. You did worse. You emotionally and mentally abused me. But maybe I did the bigger mistakes here. I let you. I didn't leave. I romanticized it. You would cuss me out and call me worthless and say it was out of love. You'd say I wasn't worth your time, and that you were doing more important things - and i'd still talk to you later. You'd call me stupid and brainless and I let you, just so you'd calm down and then tell myself you only said all of that because you were angry at the time. You'd look me in the eyes and tell me you were sick and tired of you. I'd look at the ground, sigh, and say I'd try harder next time. You'd scream at me and say unfathomable things that I can't bear to recall. I'd say to myself that you'd scream at me only because you don't know how to get the words through to me and want the best for me. You'd leave me to cry, look at me teary-eyed and red faced and make fun of me. I looked back at you and apologized. I told myself you only made fun of me because you were pissed and did not care about my emotions at the time. You'd tell me to stop crying because it's useless and I would say okay and force myself not to cry. I told myself it was because you wanted to make me stronger. You'd fight with me over the stupidest things, and I'd tell myself it was because I was wrong - and should not have said that. I'd tell myself that I was stupid, that I shouldn't have said that and I can't afford another mistake, can't afford to lose you. I told myself everyday that I was a dirty liar with no self worth and that I could be better, that you could love me again. I told myself that I was stupid and an oblivious idiot, because that was what you had told me. I told myself I deserved everything I was getting because I had broken your heart beforehand without even realizing it. But now, you broke mine. And you realized it. And you didn't do anything. I romanticized every single insult, every single fight, every harsh look you threw at me. I told myself you could have left but you didn't. That you loved me. That you were better than this. I was so full of false hope, that it would one day kill me. I told myself that I did not even deserve you. I told myself you abused me out of love. And I am still telling myself that. ✉️ Hagar Ezzo

hipstered

have a relationship thats mature enough to sit down and be like “ look this is our problem and this is how we’re gonna fix it..” SIMPLE

foxily

communication is so extremely necessary to mutual love, trust, & understanding. don’t always hide your feelings in order to please someone else. be open, honest, and patient. constantly concealing things in order to make someone else feel better will only stunt growth and trust in the long run.

aestheticacadema

Why do you never want me the way i want you?

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perrfectly

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest changed in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Brandon Stanton (via perrfectly)

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PEOPLE WHO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF WHEN YOU ARE SAD ARE SO IMPORTANT

wnq-music

If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You do not live for other people.

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luhnayuh-deactivated20190401

be with someone who never makes you feel dumb for the way things make you feel.

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Please read it again, it’s so important.

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blurryeuphoria

You always hurt the one you love, The one you shouldn’t hurt at all. You always take the sweetest rose And crush it until the petals fall. You always break the kindest heart, With a hasty word you can’t recall. And if i broke your heart last night, It’s because i love you most of all.

thelovejournals

But I don’t want anybody but you. I don’t want anyone else.

Ernest Hemingway, Hills Like White Elephants (via thelovejournals)

pero kasi why waste your time stalking me when you can use your time to make yourself better ha ha ha

SAW IT SOMEWHERE OKAY THIS IS MY SAFE SPACE DON’T JUDGE ME HAHAHA I LOVE YOU

"While you're ignoring her, another guy is giving her attention. While you're giving her problems, another guy is listening. While youre too busy, another guy is making time for her. While you're making her cry, another guy is trying to make her smile." Tara hanap tayo another guy! Sus. Another guy lang eh. Pacomfort tayo sa ibang lalake mga bes! ...or pwedeng wag na. Maglilibang nalang ako sa ibang bagay (not sa ibang tao) at magpapaka busy kesa magexagerate. At least may time ako para sa sarili ko. Ew. Di ko kelangan ng another guy. Di ko ganun kakelangan ng atensyon. Love ko yun kahit mokong yun.

just a friendly reminder: Don't let anybody define your hapiness. It must come from yourself. Andd Shit will happen if you overthink too much. Live a little, Enjoy life, Always remember who you are and there will be no reason for you to be unhappy.

thelovejournals

We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It’s time to put an end to this. It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved.

C. JoyBell C. (via thelovejournals)

onlinecounsellingcollege

It’s sweet when someone remembers every detail about you - not because you keep reminding them - but because they pay attention to you.

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perrfectly

I want to fall to sleep with you, and I could care less whether it is in layers upon layers of clothing or only our skin - all I really want is to wake up not knowing where I end and you begin.

Beau Taplin (via perrfectly)

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