Probably I am just not made for anyone. I fear, that I’ll spend my whole life this lonely but the truth is I’m getting used to it.

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Probably I am just not made for anyone. I fear, that I’ll spend my whole life this lonely but the truth is I’m getting used to it.
I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.
be with someone who never makes you feel dumb for the way things make you feel.
I think a lot of people want to be someone, but we are scared that if we try, we won’t be as good as everyone imagines we could be.
Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead (via theliteraryjournals)
Another woman’s beauty is not the absence of your own
Things my daughter will know(4am)
Do you ever feel the need to ask someone if they actually still want you in their life because it feels like they don’t really care.
Life seems unfair. You put someone first who constantly puts you second. You study your ass off day and night for exams only to get a C. You give 110% to someone in a relationship who only gives 60% back. You’re there for a best friend at 3:00am and the next day they don’t reply to your message. It seems like you’re giving everyone everything, and they’re just walking away with it.
It’s really simple: If they love you, you’ll know it. If they don’t, you’ll constantly wonder if they do.
She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was lying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Never beg for love. Never beg someone to love you back or be with you when you want to. Never beg for someone’s time, commitment, affection and attention. Never beg someone to stay with you when you need them the most. Because in the first place, if they love you that much, they won’t leave you and let go of your hand. They will never let you beg for their presence and love because they will give it to you with open arms. Don’t beg, it’s demeaning and degrading. Remember, if you have to beg, they're not worth it. No one is worth begging for.
Those who are heartless once cared too much.
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.