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If you would have told me that my life would look like this in two short weeks, I never would have believed it.

I so desperately need to abandon the person that I have become, but I do not know how. I am entirely in ruins.

"Socially Inept, and Newly Single"

-- A Tinder Story

The break-up diet really works.

Step 1) Suddenly wake up alone on an insignificant Thursday.

Step 2) Emotionally degrade yourself to the point where you can’t physically or mentally stomach allowing yourself to put anything that could possibly nurture you, into your body ever again.

Step 3) Maintain only enough energy to sleep and routinely check your mailbox for the books he said he’d return.

Step 4) Think about the knife you gifted him for Christmas and how now he will use it to cut bread in the mornings for the still sleeping woman in his bed, that is no longer you.

Step 5) About the times you spent dancing across the room While dinner cooked in the oven,

Step 6) and that one time laying on his kitchen floor tangled together, laughing so happily until you couldn’t breathe for no reason at all.

Step 7) Thinking about his hands all over your body will no longer bring about feelings of security, and passion. So you will determine yourself to grow into a new one, so different from your last that it will almost be as if he never touched you at all.

Step 8) Drive away thoughts of your happiest moments together with frequent daily cocktails consisting of only gin and water. Because he once made you baileys without milk so you wouldn’t get sick When you drank it. But now you get sick from the thought of it alone.

Step 9) Before you know it, you’ve learned to avoid the kitchen. You will shrink. After only 7 days, ten pounds are gone.

Step 10) But you’re still here And it’s terrible. But there will be less of you every tomorrow, because when he left, he took everything left of you with him. And you will use the body you once gave him as weapon against him to show it.

--Love and Related Illnesses

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We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you’ll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

Tarryn Fisher, Thief (via pianoed)

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Mom always told me there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane.

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I need someone to pour myself into.

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When I sit near you, my hands suddenly become alien things and I don’t know where to put them or what they usually do, like this is the first time I’ve ever had hands and maybe they go in my pockets and maybe they don’t.

Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via pigmenting)