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You’re not a burden, not to anyone.

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“I just want to be the person you miss at 3am.”

— Beau Taplin

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I’m (Not) Fine

You

You ask me

How I am doing

How things are going

What’s new

But

Underneath that

I know

You

Don’t

Care

You want to

Hear that

I’m fine

Things are going

Well

And

Nothing is

New

But

The reality is

I’m not fine

Things are slowly

Turning to

Shit

The only thing

That is

New

Is the way I’ve

Been

Thinking of

Killing myself

This week

So

Unless

You want

To hear

My negative

Thoughts

And actually

Do something

About them

Don’t

Don’t ask

Don’t pretend

To listen

And

Don’t pretend

To

Care

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“To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.”

— Ashe Vernon

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I aim to be lionhearted, but my hands still shake and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.

Michelle K., Earning Your Roar (via wordsnquotes)

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Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.