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I'm so done with being mugged off

I have always been afraid of disappointing others. So, I offered myself to everyone around me. I became a marionette tugged, lifted, and dropped by their whims. I was the perfect puppet. Now I find myself sitting alone as the stars mingle with the velvet black sky, my strings scattered in haphazard piles. I sit here, isolated, wondering whether I am proud that my paint has not chipped. I wonder if anyone is disappointed that I am not with them tonight. I wonder if they care. It seems, in the end, I’ve only disappointed myself.

sleepuntildawn (via wnq-writers)

b0yblues

I just need someone who won’t give up when loving me gets hard.

I know you can forgive but I hope you can forget (via de-payse)

silent-rain91

inkskinned

Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship. I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone. But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore. I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you? It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning. The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together. Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.

Single serving size // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

wastexfspace-deactivated2021042

I thought I was getting better. I honestly did. But now I’m laying in bed. Trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me and why I’m never enough.

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