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@lalune52
I don't care how you see me because I don't see you at all
“He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.”
— Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen
I’m way too good at goodbyes, no way that you’ll see me cry.
لا أريدك أن تحبني لأنني مرح و ممتع ، أو لأن وجهي جميل و شخصيتي عميقة ، أو لأن أفكاري تعجبك و ثيابي تجذبك ، أريدك أن تحب السوء الذي أكرهه بي ، عيوبي التي أتجنب إظهارها ، أود أن تشعرني بالراحة في رؤيتها ، أن تحب خوفي الذي لا يطيقه أحد ، و مزاجيتي التي تُرعب الجميع ."
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إنني أصرّ على الحياة، أصرّ على أن أعيش سعيدة وضاحكة وممتنة لكل الأشياء التي قد تبدو في عين الكثيرين بسيطة في حين أنها تعني لي العالم كله.
Find someone that accepts all sides of you.
Know the diffrence between who’s down for you and who’s just around you
Cut them off silently, they know exactly what they did
You can’t hurt an overthinker, they already seen it coming you’re just proving them right
be with someone who says
“let’s fix this i can’t lose you”
wait...is my inability to follow routines an indicator of commitment issues
I only looked for someone who can vibrate together with my soul, in the same frequency.
“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.”
— J.M. Storm