Palette No. Twenty Five by Patricia Vargas

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Palette No. Twenty Five by Patricia Vargas
I’m caught between trying to live my life, and trying to run from it.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being A Wallflower (via wordsnquotes)
redshift // darwin deez
Anxious people can have a hard time staying motivated, period, because their intense focus on their worries distracts them from their goals.
Winifred Gallagher (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
’…it’s just all unfinished. I think I needed closure from you, because every time I’m having to face some big decision I seemed to be drunk-dialing you at 3am and that’s gotta stop. I can’t. I really liked you, and you knew that. I played right into your hands. You were ashamed to be associated with me. Lying to your friends, denying you had even spoken with with. Even when I was in your house! That hurt. And then you told me you wanted to settle down, and do that with me. But then, radio silence. For two weeks. Nothing. That hurt worse. But even when I moved on, you told me that you’d have done me better, you would have already married me, you’d have loved me more. It’s not fair. None of this fair and so I need to say it now: you broke my heart. You played me. So this is it. I’m not feeling guilty over you anymore and I’m taking what I deserve. I’m not mad at you, the pit in my stomach doesn’t ache when I see you. You could have been the love of my life, but instead you’re just another chapter I need to close…‘
Obliterated.... A thousand little pieces
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I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine and which ones I created to please you.
Lora Mathis, The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You (via larmoyante)
Let today be the day you stop being haunted by the ghost of yesterday.
Steve Maraboli (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
melting words by Kotama Bouabane