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“I am still learning how to ask for what I deserve without it also sounding like an apology.”
— Rachel Wiley, from Nothing is Okay
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You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.
Dayna Walls- Cochran
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Pain is abstract until it’s yours.
six word story // smartass-withsass (via just-six)
From Neil Hilborn’s bestselling book, Our Numbered Days, now with over 50,000 copies in print.
I wish you would stop apologizing for having a heart that feels everything so deeply. It’s a gift, wear it proudly.
(via kushandwizdom)
seven billion people on this planet and i have 2 friends
Hillary Clinton: Trump is running for president.
Donald Trump: *leans into microphone* wrong
Only love can hurt like this.
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More.
Is it wrong to feel this way? Is it wrong to want to be married? Not just for the sake of being married, but to have someone who is so certain about their future with me that they want to marry me? To have someone who says I PROMISE to stand by your side through everything, to build with you, through anything, through everything? I honestly don’t think love is enough in this world. Im sorry, but I really don’t. I don’t believe there is ONE person you are capable of loving and that’s it. I believe you can love a lot of people and a lot of people can love you and two people can love each other and that doesn’t guarantee they’ll work. You need love but you need MORE than just love to make it out in this world. You need promises and loyalty and commitment and all of those need to go beyond your love. You need someone to love you but you need more from them too in order for it to work. You need love but you need a partner too. A team mate. A sidekick. I want you to love me through it all but even more than that, I want you to stick around by my side through it all. And I’m not quite sure how to explain it any more clearly to you, but no, I don’t think love and staying with someone are equivalent, the same thing. I’m trying to tell you the difference and why it’s important to me for you to see the difference but I’m running out of words to say. I’m running out of ways to make it clear to you. I’m running out of energy to keep trying. I want you to love me but loving me is not enough. I need more than that from you. From someone. I want more. I crave more. I NEED MORE.
Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
(via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)
Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour
I’m always breaking my own heart.
six word story // alyssaaajayne (via just-six)
I fall in love too often.
But I can never keep it. I can never keep it. But I believe I’ll always try. I will always try. // k.c. (via poetryleftbyher)
Always tired, but never of you.
6 word story (via hurbi)
I have this hole in my chest It’s either empty or way too full Sometimes I’ll stuff it with things like love.. or lust In an attempt to close it I’ve tried stitching it together with threads of nicotine or burning waves of whisky Other times I ice it with oceans and sunset skies And when none of this works I turn to you You with your jagged hands Your fingernails made with teeth You rip inside this hole and bite at the edges of the flesh, My flesh You sit inside and curl up, you fit perfectly like you had been made for it
R.R. ~please get out~ (via spilledrose)