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@georgiaa-sunsetss
It’s okay if you thought you were over it but it hits you all over again.
It’s okay to fall apart even after you thought you had it under control.
You are not weak. Healing is messy. And there is no timeline for healing.
There’s an alternate reality where today would be your wedding day if you didn’t break up with your ex or you went to your second choice school. There’s a life out there that you could’ve had where you live in a beach town or you married your high school sweetheart or you’re a professional horse rider. The point is, there are so many different directions our lives could have gone, depending on where our parents decided to raise us or what school we went to or what sport we signed up for in second grade. So it makes absolutely no sense for us to get upset about things that could’ve happened but didn’t or people we lost, because literally anything could’ve happened. We just don’t always realize the extent of amazing things that could’ve/ could eventually happen to us so when we get a peek into a future we want and it seems possible, we obsess when we lose it. There are tons of lives that we don’t have, we can’t possibly cry over all of them. Instead we have to appreciate the one we do have and the endless possible futures in front of us.
“I don’t miss you, but I miss your hand in mine. I don’t miss you, but I miss laughing so hard that our stomachs cramped. I don’t miss you, But I miss your warm embrace, the one that could fix me in an instant. I don’t miss you, But I miss the way you looked at me, like I was the only girl in the world. I don’t miss you, But I miss cuddling up to you and falling asleep with my head on your chest. I don’t miss you, But I miss your beautiful eyes, and your genuine smile. I don’t miss you, but I miss your tender kisses on my forehead. I don’t miss you, but I miss the way you held me. I don’t miss you, but I miss the feeling of loving someone, and the feeling of being loved. I don’t miss you, but I miss being the couple that everyone asked, “Dang, you two are still together” I don’t miss you, because you changed. I don’t miss you, but I miss the times we had. I can’t miss you, because you’re not the same person anymore. And I’m worth much more than the person you’ve become.”
— via @thoughtlessinspirationss
“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.”
— Way of Being (Carl R. Rogers)
“You’re looking through your feed trying to find posts to relate to. So you don’t feel alone. And that good feeling you get when you read one that describes exactly how much you’re hurting, a lot of people feel it too. You’re not alone. We’re in this together. It might seem tough, it might seem hard, and maybe it is. But you’ll get through the storm. You’ll come out stronger, don’t you worry.”
— LM. You’re not alone.
She is dangerous when she is hurt. She can easily destroy everything around her, but she doesn’t. Instead she destroys herself.
Aletta S.
“The difference from last time? This time I won’t text you every time to remind you I’m still here. I won’t give you the same power as last time. You want me now? Show me you’re different from last time.”
— p.s.w // you don’t have the same power now, you never will
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