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You are on the floor crying, and you have been on the floor crying for days. And that is you being brave. That is you getting through it as best you know how. No one else can decide What your tough looks like.
Clementine von Radics (via internal-acceptance-movement)
all my grief says the same thing:this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says:but this is how it is
Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)
They told me you were gone and I screamed. I wailed, I cried and I screamed. As loud as I could. I halfway hoped that if you could hear me screaming on your way to heaven, you would turn around and come back to me.
hdhwrites. (via anditslove)
Not everyone deserves your friendship, or your care, or your heart or your love. And some don’t even deserve the words that explain why you’re taking it all back. Even if they deserved your heart and your respect before, it doesn’t entitle them to it forever. Sometimes you have to adjust your behavior based on another’s, even if you were willing to provide that love unconditionally before.
allymimosa (via internal-acceptance-movement)
when love leaves, I am so reckless- short dresses, long sweaters, lipstick so red it’s a warning flashing in the night but no one’s paying attention and it ends up on a boy’s shirt collar anyway. I hurt myself just to prove I can. I smoke cigarettes I don’t want and drink liquor that comes in plastic bottles. I fall asleep drunk and screaming at love: LOOK. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DESTROY ME. LOOK. I CAN DO IT MYSELF.
when love leaves from “We Were Young” | Fortesa Latifi
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(via madgirlf)
But here’s a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren’t that person anymore, and everything changes once again.
Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 75: Through the Narrow Place (via andrewmicah)