and if you asked me “what changed?”
i couldn’t tell you
except that everything did
and i’ll never be her again.
- reminiscing

if i look back, i am lost

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@whytheheart
and if you asked me “what changed?”
i couldn’t tell you
except that everything did
and i’ll never be her again.
- reminiscing
do you still think of me like i still think of you? do i cross your mind? do you laugh when you remember our voice memos? do you hold yourself back at the thought of reaching out again? do you miss me? do you still have love for me?
“The cure to commit to something is to promise yourself that it is temporary.”
— Elizabeth Filips
Time is an abstract. Time is not real. It is really an illusion to think that we are out of it or that there is not enough of it.
Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.
It’s okay to move slow.
There’s this fear I hold unto my chest that doesn’t subside. I feel it most when I think about things that excite me that I would like to do. I belittle myself and shut myself down.
With that said, I realize that the mind is man’s greatest enemy. If you could continue to practice self awareness, and realize the self sabotaging limiting beliefs you carry, then you can work your way around them and become unstoppable. Otherwise, you’re just going to keep falling in the same hole and repeating your old patterns and nothing changes if nothing changes.
06/15/24
It hurts to see you not care about yourself.
I remember my mom crying like this and now, I understand her. You cry and he pulls you in a hug and laughs. He tells you he doesn’t like seeing you like this, and with everything you have left, you give him a smile too, but it doesn’t fix the brokenness you feel inside. Things are okay now until the next time we’re arguing about the same thing and all the while the dishes are dirty in the sink, and there is a bed to be made and a house to be cleaned, and you can’t do it while you’re crying so you wipe your tears away and start the dishes one by one, and you make the bed and clean the house until everything is perfect except you’re the cost and no wonder you feel so sad and empty inside.
i miss laughing at stupid shit in middle school with my best friend. life’s too serious now
Kindness is such a practice, especially when you’re unlearning the practices of the cruelty you endured. I don’t understand why it’s so easy to slip your tongue with the people that are least deserving of it.
The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you
"Would you peel an orange for me?"
I would peel a pomegranate for you.
It’s been a while since I sat around someone and just enjoyed their presence.