you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?
i died on the altar waiting for the proof
you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days
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@raveangel
you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?
i died on the altar waiting for the proof
you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days
i donât need to be loved by you.
Matt Haig, The Comfort Book
i remember thinking that the only way to be loved was if i reinvented myself to be desirable. as it turns out, the person whose love i was seeking in the first place was myself, and the most desirable version of myself i could think of was a person who's happy, so i'm working on that instead.
Unknown // Carole Anne Trisler
âWe all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like weâre falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.â
â Jude Law (via thequotejournals)
[âGo for Brokeâ, Atlanta, Donald Glover, 2016]
& why canât you just hold me?
maybe this silly little coffee drink will equip me to face the unrelenting and unendurable horror of existence
morgan harper nichols
my ex: you take astrology too seriously, it annoys me.
my man now:
the premourning
do you ever get sad about happy things, even while theyâre happy? even when youâre happy? because you *know* that things wonât feel this way forever?
and all at once,
you are the one i have been waiting for-
king of my heart. body and soul.
brown guilty eyes and little white lies.. i played dumb, but i always knew. that you talked to her, maybe did even worse - i kept quiet so i could keep you.
& ainât it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits. ainât it funny .. how you said you were friends, now it sure as hell donât look like it.
you betrayed me - & i know that youâll never feel sorry. guess you didnât cheat, but youâre still a traitor.
now you bring her around just to shut me down, show her off like sheâs a new trophy. i know if you were true, thereâs no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.
ainât it funny- all the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid. ainât it funny. remember i brought her up & you told me i was paranoid.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things
run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams, across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.