I cant fix him bc im insane too
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I cant fix him bc im insane too
“I burn like nothing you’ve seen.”
— Kristy Bowen, from “brief history of a girl as match,” brief history of a girl as match
“He saw darkness in her beauty and she saw beauty in his darkness.”
— about Hades and Persephone
it's alright to find it difficult to be kind to yourself. it is difficult. especially if you've spent most of your life treating yourself differently.
but the fact that you're trying at all is so great. you can't expect to change the way you think about yourself overnight but each time you practice self compassion or stop yourself thinking something unkind about yourself you are getting some step closer to where you are trying to be.
“Being happy is a very personal thing—and it really has nothing to do with anyone else .”
— Abraham-Hicks, Getting Into the Vortex (via katherinehenson)
Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
i feel so beautiful when i destroy myself
learning how to control your reactions to things that trigger you is how you heal
morning routine: on the verge of a panic attack
i always wanted to send you a letter, but only to tell you how unlovable you made me feel. i’m still trying to shake off this feeling years later.
I have absolutely 0 talking stages left in me....
Fuck your favourite color...
Franz Wright, from The Beforelife: Poems; “Learning a Language”
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