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Everyday, i feel less real.

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I love the night time. The dimly lit moon, weary street lights, infrequent hum of passing cars, and crisp night air. There’s something calming, something comforting about the night time. 

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“Well I have brittle bones it seems I bite my tongue and torch my dreams Have a little voice to speak with And a mind of thoughts and secrecy..”

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“...And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone”

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“Life doesn’t always introduce you to the people you want to meet. Sometimes life puts you in touch with the people you need to meet – to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you, and to gradually strengthen you into the person you were meant to become.”

(via wordsnquotes)

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Find someone who loves you well. Someone who never belittles you. Even in the heat of an argument. Someone who is gentle with you, but does not treat you like you are fragile. Someone who knows what you are capable of, and celebrates those pieces of you. Not someone who is intimidated by your strength. Someone who doesn’t make you feel guilty for being flawed. It is not love’s job to punish you. And remember the person you love is just as broken as you are when they fall short. No one is perfect, do not hold them to this standard. Find someone who is patient, forgiving, and apologetic. Someone who practices forgiveness freely and often. Love someone who is humble, kind, and empathetic. Not only with you, but with a beggar on the street, or a stranger in the supermarket. Common courtesy is important. Compassion is important. Kindness is important.

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You never owe someone sex, no matter how nice they are, or how much they spent on concert tix, or that it's your whatever-month anniversary or someone's birthday or anything else. Yes, we know. You're looking for a heavenly sign that it's time. But the truth is, that sign won't come from anyone else ... it has to come from you.

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I feel like I've lost myself...the girl who I knew so well. I stopped listening to the music I love, the music that makes me sit back and think and get in the zone. I stopped writing. I stopped drawing. I stopped getting lost in the words of novels. I stopped being who I am, and I want to find her again. She was unique, had passion and fire. She knew what she loved and she stuck to it. I have to find her again.

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I’m so proud of how far I’ve come with my anxiety. In high school it was horrible, in elementary school it was worse. But now I can finally do things on my own, I can get shit done and feel proud. Sure, every now and then I can feel the anxiety creep up on me, but I don’t let it overpower me. I think going out and doing things that would normally make feel anxious helped me, even though every cell in my body said not to. I was such a baby, I was scared, and I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I didn’t know why I acted that way, but things slowly started to change after all these feelings were labeled as anxiety. I no longer felt weird, or alone, because other people felt the same way I did and had difficulty doing simple tasks. Even until this very day, after doing these little simple tasks, I give myself a little mental pat on the back, because I remember how difficult it was for me to do them once before.