Anonymous:
Maybe if I get skinnier he'll love me.

alonesomes:

Your body is not a house that you have to clean up before guests come. Your body is yours and yours alone. If he doesn’t love you, then he doesn’t love you. Your body is not the offering or the deal you make, okay? I know that feeling, that thought process. Maybe if I just lost the weight, I’d be lovable. Stop it in its tracks. You are the most important person in your life. Love yourself more than the idea of being good enough for someone else. You are a force of nature, okay? Be here. In your body. You’re allowed.

metaphorformetaphor:

When the sky’s dark face
catches your eye again,
let memory write
of a darkness beyond this:

days self-blinded, nights
of searching untaught,
thinking your own thought,
light.

Antoine de Chandieu, from “Octonaires on the World’s Vanity and Inconstancy,” trans. Nate Klug, Poetry (June 2011)

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"Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop being so scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time."

you get to a certain point in your life…

edmbuddha:

 where you are done chasing people, you are done chasing things you “want" instead of what you need, you are done being unhappy for the sake of someone else who doesn’t care about you, you are just done….just done being angry, upset, anxious, depressed….you’re done being what you use to be…and ready for what you need to be.

underwon:

my brain has too many tabs open

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