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Sometimes saying goodbye is like saying "let’s stop hurting each other".

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“And when he texts you 3 months later saying he made a mistake, and he misses you, and he needs you back- ask him what color your eyes are.”

— Poetry At Most (via poetryatmost)

Note to self

You can have it all, but you just can’t have it all at one time.

Have the patience to be able to get things little by little.

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“I said goodbye but my heart was breaking.”

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00:41 A.M.

Saturday April 11, 2015.

(via s-ensitivus)

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“Her heavy hair was full of the perfume of roses and sandalwood. Beneath the languor of her heavy lids slept passionate violence. She was almost terrifyingly beautiful.”

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”

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I wrote out a list of all the bills that I needed to pay, but instead of paying them I bought myself some shower gels from B&BW 🤦🏽‍♀️

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“A girl come from afar, an angel, lovely, in a shift of roses,”

— Else Lasker-Schüler, from My Blue Piano: Poems; “Jacob and Esau,”

I tried something for the first time and I never want to experience this feeling ever again. I actually really, really hate it. A lot. I don’t know why people like this because I’m trippin’ balls over here.

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being on tumblr is literally just straight up vibing. no one knows who you are. no one knows what you look like. just vibes.

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When it’s late night, you usually write a whole bunch of confessions, right?

I’m not proud of the fact that this girl whose husband was a “douche” when J was in the Army got divorced. I think I was jealous of her, but years later I realized that all I needed to do was learn to do my hair, wear flattering clothes, and do my makeup. She’s pretty, but she’s pretty like her. I’m pretty like me.

Sometimes I feel bad about all of the shit that I put R through and it makes me cry a whole bunch of tears on the inside. There is the tremendous amount of guilt. I’m a horrible mom. But I want to be better for R.

I’m worried that I’ve caused R to have some sort of learning disability.

I’m afraid that I’m not gonna be R’s biggest supporter like she needs for me to be.

I’m worried that R is growing up too fast.

I’m worried that I don’t praise her enough or give her enough attention.

I’m worried that I’ve stunted her.

I just need to go for it.

Just go ahead and talk to those admissions people, straighten this out, and enroll at least ONE class! You can do it. You can do this!