your love is prickly, your love hurts,
your love brings me growth,
but this isn’t what true love is worth

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@vida-de-bic
your love is prickly, your love hurts,
your love brings me growth,
but this isn’t what true love is worth
I used to love you so truly, madly, and deeply.
Now?
Well, now I long for you,
worried, foolishly, heartbroken, and sad.
Self - listen up!!
is that what’s happening? lately it’s been a revolving door of nothing but
Hey there do you believe in love at first sight
I believe in first impressions and I am still deciding what I believe about love.
memories are so weird.,
the small things we choose to remember or can’t seem to forget.
one things for sure, “i’ll never drink strawberry milk ever again”
Grief is so weird, but above that, nauseating
memories are so weird.,
the small things we choose to remember or can’t seem to forget.
one things for sure, “i’ll never drink strawberry milk ever again”
Maryna Rose and Claudia King, you both preach love and family online but are 2 of the greatest hypocrites to exist.
Your youngest sister yearns for your sisterhood and you both actively deny me that., yall always have.
Ever since you guys found out about the abuse you both treat me with such great disdain.
I’m sorry I could never heal or be normal on a timeline that sufficed you both, but some sisterly love could’ve gone a long way.
But I’ll be dammed if yall blame me and say you guys aren’t responsible or not obligated in any form —
Have some fucking compassion, be the “girls girl” you preach to be but actually aren’t.
“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”
— Ernest Hemingway, Cat in the Rain
the longer that I wait, the more selfish that I get
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
the days that’ll never come, I fear,
is it really love if it’s taking you 10 yrs to decide whether or not to marry
I got to experience love from my mom and my friend Evelyn yesterday - I was in tears from how much joy I felt
I hope my mom is okay
A really bad cold has slowed me down these past few days, that, and a gnarly poison ivy reaction.
It’s been—interesting.
Today I watched a movie called “Candy” a movie about love, addiction, and their many failed attempts trying to get clean.
I’m not on any hardcore drugs by any means, but my life is ruled by the green.
Like Candy, I want to be in love, happy, an artist,
Watching Candy have desires to be more, fail to get clean, then hurt herself in her spiral down … I related a lot.
She did get clean in the end.
But there was 9 minutes left and I didn’t really see how it ended exactly.
I could very well still finish it, it’s not like I can’t,
But,
Where I left off,
She was in his arms again,
They were embracing each other once again,
So so tightly.
I don’t know if she stays with him or not,
I just know that I saw a lot of myself in Candy,
And I just want Candy to have a good ending.
A happily ever after.
“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath
“You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.”
— Kid Cudi
What if I packed up my things and left to a place where it’s just me?
not a single city soul would know me,
so not a single city soul could hurt me,
then maybe,
I can finally heal—
breathe.
What am I really afraid of?