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Love isn’t always pretty. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it’ll eventually be something different. Something better. Then, before you know it, you’re back to square one, and you lost your heart somewhere along the way.

Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love (via the-book-diaries)

the-book-diaries

“Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.”

— Lois Lowry, The Giver (via the-book-diaries)

itoldyouthings

My boyfriend told me he didn’t like how I dressed and that he wanted me to change So I said yeah I’ll start with a new man

YES BITCH

arabwife

mediokurrr-deactivated20200405

Can i get a step by step on how to do this?

catastrofries

So far for me it’s been something like:

1. Become aware of how and when you tearing yourself down.

2. Now that you can catch yourself doing it. Offer counters to the negative self talk. A really useful thing I read was to talk to yourself almost the way you would child. Gentle and patient. Even when they fuck up.

3. Take time to celebrate your small accomplishments. You’ve been attacking yourself for every little mistake. Apply that same fervor to the positive things in your life. Did the dishes even though you didn’t want to? Fuck yeah! Got up and took shower? YES!!! You are taking positive steps to feeling better. Celebrate it.

4. Make lists of things you’re good at/ like about yourself. The first time I did this the only two things in my list we’re that I liked my hair and I had good friends. It was start.

5. Don’t beat yourself up if you screw up steps 1-4. It’s counter productive. When I catch myself calling my self stupid for some mistake or other my response now is,“We don’t talk to ourselves like that anymore. What’s something constructive that could actually help solve the problem.”

Most of the time that seems to work. Not always. But more and more Everytime.

I hope any of that made sense.

absolutely-walnuts

oh my goodness there are instructions!!

kittenkat-and-kirby

Omg I was doing this without knowing

icecoldorangejuice

Having a sibling or three really like….gave you interpersonal skills and moral exercises from an early age that people who were only children had to learn later on, because nothing makes your brain work overtime than having a ride or die relationship with someone who you would suplex through the dining room table in a second if they touched your shit, but you’d also stand up and take the blame for some shit if you knew it wasn’t their fault or stepping in and swinging if they were being bullied by someone else

heywriters

one minute i go from “i could disown you and never look back” to “you are literally the funniest person i know, we can survive anything together.”

empoweredswift-deactivated20201

does Taylor know that she’s our childhood role model?

swiftandhoney

If we all came together & threw a childhood heroes party, every picture would look like the Taylor Mountain from lwymmd

twerker

2013 is the first year since 1987 to have different numbers

damianmcgintleman

officiallightningmcqueen

what about 1982 1983 1984 1985 & 1986 Hmmm

lesmiserablephantom

since 1987.

imdoingstuffandthingslori

niggazinmoscow

The women all reply with “Actually enjoy my fucking life in safety for ONE day.”

varacai

would y’all please jUST LOOK AT THIS

tapdancingaway

Sorry.

I’m sorry I offered to help.

I’m sorry I spent years trying to be nice.

I’m sorry I put up with your bullshit.

I’m sorry that I let you trigger me.

I’m sorry that I cared what you think.

But I’m not sorry that I stopped.

I’m not sorry that I stood up for myself.

I’m not sorry that I blocked you.

I’m not sorry that I stopped letting you hurt me.

I’m not sorry that I know I deserve better.

I’m not sorry that I found better.

I’m not sorry that I am choosing to be happy.

poemswords

roseoilz

normal ppl: assassin

me, an intellectual with 2 brain cells: ass ass in

badsciencejokes

…I almost killed myself

I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.

I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.

That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.

Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.

Thank you man at McDonalds.

The milkshake saved my life

blackheartseverywhere

I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind

the-quiet-priestess

The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.

badsciencejokes

I’m glad you’re here.

It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.

badsciencejokes

I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.

nunyabizni

Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.

evilerthanthou

walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good - i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other - i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon :) hope you like x’.

no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb.

maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20

Actually I’m going to reblog this again because of the truth of the inverse: think of any time you have been casually cruel or petty to someone for humor or because you weren’t in a great mood.

The power of small gestures goes both ways.

thinspodepot

Everyone is fighting their own battle; be kind always

books-n-quotes

I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.

Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via books-n-quotes)