Being Kind To Myself First

fay,

[kant-deactivated20190908]

for 2017 im gonna fuck off 

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I think it’s important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back

Paulo Coelho (via itcuddles)

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[imagineaugustus]

I don’t hate you. I just hate that I love you. And I’m not even mad at you. Even though you broke my heart. You used me and played your little games, We texted every single day. I got shivers everytime I received a message and read your name. And although you really hurt me, I’m naiv enough to get a heart attack when my telephone’s vibrating, because I hope it may be you. But most days I’m thinking you will never text me again. It’s time to get over you. But how? Because it doesn’t matter where I am or where you are. The problem is: Every single thing I see reminds me of you. No matter if I’m at home, somewhere in the streets or at school. And as soon as someone calls your name, I can feel how my eyes start to get warm and blurry. And I’m feeling the tears I try to hide so hard. Because of you I can’t concentrate, not on a single thing. But I’ll let you see what you miss, cause I want you to suffer just like I did. The problem is I can’t resist. I hope one day you’ll regret to let me fall. If I would meet you rightnow, I think I couldn’t find the right words to explain what I feel. I would just throw something at you, cry my eyes out and scream. I’d like to run away and never come back, just leave the ship called love you’ve wrecked. I never new that silence could be so loud. Until now. Sitting in my bed, waiting for something to happen, just feeling depressed as hell. I’m a good actor. Cause no one’s worrying ‘bout me. They’re thinking I’m all good and fine. Keeping my little secret for myself all the time. But it’s alright, I’ll tell myself: Storms don’t last forever, one day they will end. People come and go in your life. And if we should be together, faith will bring us back to eachother. One day, maybe one day… And if not, it’s okay. Maybe I deserve something better than you. I’ll find someone who’s kind and has a warm heart and is thankfull.

@imagineaugustus (via imagineaugustus)

[thoughtsofla-deactivated2017050]

I deleted a few pictures of you off my phone today along with some messages you had sent months back. Messages where you told me how much you loved and missed me and how bad you wanted to be with me. I don’t get those anymore, in fact, I don’t hear from you at all. I still miss you. I miss you when I lie awake in bed. I miss you when I wake up with heavy eyes in the morning. I miss you when I’m out with my friends. I miss you in the middle of a laugh. Yes, maybe I miss you a little too much. I always wonder how you are. I wonder if you’re happy; if you’re truly happy. I wonder if you still think about me or if I ever cross your mind. I wonder if you ever see or hear things that remind you of me. Like a movie I loved or a song I hated. Yes, I think about you a lot and it may not seem like it, but I guess…I miss you less than I did yesterday.

LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via thoughtsofla)

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[poetbychoice]

You gave me something. I was happy. You took it away. Now I’m broken. You called that something, love.

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[harmonyheavens]

I lost the best thing that happened to me which I cannot ever get back

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Oh so you want anorexia? Make sure you're prepared for

Cutting out your favourite foods Exercising even though you are tired Never being able to sit still Thinking about food all the time Your not going to be able to eat out because even salad has oil Don’t worry you’ll lose your friends too Missing out on events because you might miss out on exercise or be forced to eat food Using every excuse to exercise even going up and down the stairs 20 times Being afraid of food Being cold all the time even though it’s summer Wearing 5 layers of clothes in winter Sore feet from walking Wanting to die if you’ve gained weight Staring at your reflection every time you walk by it Losing your sex drive, you know what that means, no more crushes!!! Some times not being able to sleep Constantly eating bland food Always comparing yourself to others Enjoying watching people eat what you can’t Living your life as its sole purpose to be thin Hating yourself Becoming insecure Becoming lifeless Being controlled by ‘something else’ Scars from constant cutting Guilt for eating food Clothes never fitting Never being able to wear a singlet because people will stare in disgust People gossiping about you Being alone Missing out on birthday cake and treats oh and forget about Christmas

OH BUT WAIT THERES MORE

In the end you’ll be forced to gain all the weight back Weeks or even months in hospital Missing out on school Maybe taken out of school Not going to graduation Not being able to work Losing your dream job Attempting suicide Constant therapy sessions Watching your mother and father cry Relapsing Constant fear of gaining weight Exercising when alone Binging because your so hungry Repulsed by how you think you look Chance of developing bulimia More therapy sessions Binging and purging every day Sore throats Missing food Embarrassment Shame Regret Wasting life

But don’t worry this is all just to be skinny, yes you’ll have to gain the weight back and realise what’s you’ve done and yes you’ll have this nightmare for the rest of your life but you got to your goal weight!!

The desire to be thin isn’t as simple as just being thin, it comes with a whole bunch of other things that aren’t worth it. The only thing that benefits you from developing an eating disorder is ‘if’ you return back to some what normal, you’ll will come out the other side stronger and with more passion to live your life without dieting.

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Happy father's day

Happy father’s day to the moms playing double duty like my mom, the men taking care of others boys (because if you can’t take care of your kid you’re not a man) kids, the grandfather’s being there for there grandchildren like their there own kids, and the father’s who are actually there for their kids.

[bpd-and-myself]

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