Stop. Just stop.
I'd rather be in outer space đž

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@livefor-somethingmore
Stop. Just stop.
Whatâs in a legacy?
Feel like Iâm lugging around too much baggage for you to stick around.
He keeps accidentally sending a â€ïž tho.
I realise thereâs something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how theyâre experts at letting things go.
Jeffrey McDaniel (via thequotejournals)
âŠOne dayâpreferably when weâre both blind drunkâwe can talk about it.
J.D. Salinger, Â Franny and Zooey (via wordsnquotes)
Somethingâs changed. I roll my eyes at attempts to feel better. It feels useless right now.
Casa do GerĂȘs / Carvalho AraĂșjo, Arquitectura e Design ph: NUDO
Iâve always been wrong about you, about the whole thing. I kept getting reminded of how wrong I was but then something happens, you do something that makes me think, oh hey, maybe it wasnât such a mistake after all, maybe itâs all in my head. But no... well, yes. It was all in my head, thinking that I did anything but make a mistake for trusting you, for believing. Itâs on me. Itâs always been on me. Itâs my mistake. I put faith in the wrong person, again.
But hey, at least Iâve learned. This time, itâs different. Itâs not that same lesson where I keep forgetting that I canât expect something I would do in another person, nope, not that lesson. But I have learned that a hundred times over and I keep learning it. *insert haha here* No, Iâve learned to learn from my mistakes. I canât keep doing this to myself. I canât keep being wrong. At some point it gets exhausting. So exhausting that Iâve lost the ability to care about so many things. And itâs frightening because it leads to not feeling anything and I donât want that in the long run. As much as I think I want it now, for everything to stop, for my brain to stop going back to everything that happened, to everything that was said - because now I just keep thinking that you were just fishing for information, but nah. I want my brain to stop thinking of the what ifs and the maybes because itâs not going to help anyone.
So yes, now Iâve learned to learn from the mistakes. Or at least I have to learn it. I am trying. I am consciously putting the effort to do better, to think of myself a little more and help myself.
No one else is going to do it for me.Â
Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.
Rita Mae Brown (via wordsnquotes)
There are times when you have to deal on your own. And I think, this is one of those moments. Talking about it with someone only validates that thing that happened, only makes it real. Still though, doesnât make it unreal - just more manageable, I guess.Â
âKakalimutan na kita, eto na.â
I feel like Iâm starting to not feel.
Fight or flight.
Everytime I tell my story, I begin with you.
We Had Everything, Broods