Life is not about being better than someone else, it’s about being better than you used to be & becoming who you are.
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Life is not about being better than someone else, it’s about being better than you used to be & becoming who you are.
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Stop romanticizing the past. Stop thinking about the way he smelled on your pillow beside at three A.M. Stop remembering how high you could get off of her kiss. Stop wondering where it went wrong, or why it went wrong, or when. Start romanticizing yourself. Start staring in the mirror and telling yourself how the fire in your eyes is there, no matter how dim. Start wanting to hear the sound of your own laugh because it’s the most pure music you know. Start feeling your own heartbeat in the dead of night when nothing goes right. Stop fighting off tears. Stop talking to people who won’t listen. Stop feeling like this is over. You’re just beginning, love. Start crying at two in the morning, even though you’ll never understand why. Start talking to the ceiling and your pillow; they won’t betray you. Start listening to your own breathing when you fall asleep. It’s time, dear, to stop looking at what could have been. Because, my precious sweetheart, you should be all you will ever need. His cologne is a perk that you can live without. Her lipstick on your lips is a smudge you can live without. Your joy? Your joy, dearest darling, you cannot live without.
Gate Keeper, CCXCV (via wnq-writers)
I’m in love with an idea. A distant memory from a moment that never occurred. A nostalgia from a non-existent past. There are traces on my skin made by rough fingers that I never caressed and stains on my bed from a night that I never had. Sometimes, I’ll find myself intoxicated by a smell of a perfume that never filled the bottles of my collection and I’d spend the night pulling out names of fragrances that I never learned of. There’s a song that I’ve listened to for the first time and suddenly the beats suggest that my hips are aching for a pair of arms willing to guide its every sway. Solitude in the middle of a quiet midnight is the worst when the shadows of longing will grab me into an empty alley filled with promises that were never uttered. Suddenly there will be tears and a gaping hole of emptiness dying to be filled by the unknown. It’s like I am looking for a nameless ghost that has forgotten to untangle his taste from the tip of my tongue.
yonderly
(adjective) An obsolete word, yonderly is defined as being emotionally distant, gloomy and reserved. It has connotations of portraying an absent-minded and melancholic disposition. Although the word “yonder” may be used to describe a faraway travel, yonderly lies in the mental disconnection a person creates between them and the exterior world. (via wordsnquotes)
Let me see you for just a moment. The real you that you hide behind the curtain of your fake smile. Let me see the crumbling walls, the burnt remains of what used to be before life began to fight back. No, this isn’t for my ego. No, it doesn’t make me happy to see you hurt. Trust that its crucial that I see your smile. But I want the real one. This facade doesn’t satisfy me. I know deep down you’re not satisfied either. At the very least, even if we can’t reclaim or rebuild everything- At least let’s get started on moving that curtain. Beloved, I won’t let you be alone.
maxwelldpoetry, “A Plea To My Friends” (via wnq-writers)
Just hearing you breathing- just knowing you’re alive- calms me.
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People love you until they don’t need you anymore.
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It’s sad when you find someone who is meant for so much more, yet has grown so accustomed to toxicity that escaping it seems scarier to them than living in it for the rest of their lives.
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