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You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.
Kid Cudi (via quotemadness)
how do i say “i miss you” in a way that will make your heart ache as much as mine does
So this poem is a telegram to let you know that / I still think about you, that I’m still proud of you, / that when I remember you, I always remember you / as beautiful.
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, from “Heavenly Creature” in Oh, Terrible Youth (via pacificaly)
Anyways I wanna be in love with someone who is equally as in love with me and I don’t want it to just be love I want us to be best friends and to adore and respect each other and to fit together like puzzle pieces and tbh I have faith I’ll find that
10 pieces of advice to give yourself at the age of 20
At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.
At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.
At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.
At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.
At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.
At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.
At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.
At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.
At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.
You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.
written by bleakfantasies, writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself
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Ten years from now make sure you can say you chose your life. You didn’t settle for it.
Mandy Hale (via goodreadss)
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I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your dance moves. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your claustrophobia. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
Things are more tolerable when you realize no one is worth impressing and every1 is caught up in their own fragmented feeble senses of selves
Real shit
reasons why my friends wanted to move on pt. 2/? (2017)