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#75

They say don't cry over spilled milk. And that's understandable. But is it okay to cry over spilled time? It's the worst thing you could waste... Right? If you cannot see a fruitful future, then why continue? On the same path, over and over.

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#74

Need to stop putting myself in other people shoes. Sympathy is okay. Empathy is weakness. Know the difference.

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Flowers Do Not Fix Anything

Bitches… Ain’t shit… Especially me…

Niggas… Ain’t shit… Especially mine…

–Insecure & Stupid 🌻😔

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#73

Some. Secrets. NEVER. Let. You. Go. 🌑💋📸

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#72

It’s so hard to exercise control sometimes.

But sometimes, it is necessary.

🌪🌪🌪✋🏾

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#71

It's never smart to compare your situation to anyone else's. People often compare themselves to others when they strive to have what they have. It's important to realize that what they have may have been at the right time for them, and not you. Just take it one day at a time, and one day, when it's right, you will be where God intended you to be. I literally just wrote this in order to give my own self some advise. Smh. It worked though.

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#70 🌪🌪🌪

Our love is uncontrollable. 🌪

We have fallen in and out of love with each other so many times it seems unreal. ❤️💔

We have shared so many captivating moments that were unforgettable. 💭

But we've also hurt each other so much that it is almost unimaginable. 💡

If only I had some magic genie to grant me 3 wishes....🔮<\p>

I'd leave all of his words UNHEARD, all of my tears UNCRIED, and all of our words UNSPOKEN. 🙉🙈🙊

But alas, genies are not real unfortunately, and we find ourselves stuck again in our uncontrollable love. 🌪❤️

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Omg I love this

Heartbroken Unsent Text Messages Are Transformed Into Art by Röra Blue

Titled The Unsent Project, blogger and artist Röra Blue’s most recent endeavor chronicles the painful and unsaid words from former lovers. The heartbroken excerpts allude to nostalgia, happy memories, and painful setbacks, which connote bottled feelings, which prevent once happy lovers from moving on. They illustrate the complexity of feelings and the difficulty the human mind and heart endures when a relationship ends. 

She explains on her site: “State your first love’s name and type what you would say if you sent them a text message. Also include the color that you think of when you think of your first love.” After receiving over 25,000 proposals on Instagram, the artist created a colored college of the submission, which detail hundreds of unspoken words, unrealized dreams and intimate thoughts.

Illustrating words many of us have thought, Blue’s project is a conceptual and hypothetical release for the heartbroken soul. They are private wishes, which we are too ashamed to say out loud out of fear of rejection. 

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#69

Had a long ride home tonight and it gave me time to think about a few words I need to have with a few people. Some to strength my relationships I already have, some to develop relationships I wish to have, and others to end relationship I no longer wish to have.. It's amazing what will happen when you stop worrying about the wrong things and the wrong people. P.S. Haven't had sex in over 3 months. Determined the right ☝🏾️ is out there, but for now I focus on myself. It's well needed and well deserved. Just thought I'd mention it since it's my 69th "personal post. 👄💦💦🍆😉

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#68

It would be a complete lie if I said I did not miss the only person who has ever made my life hell. It was not always that way though. In fact he gave me the best time of my life and that time literally consisted of he and I in his room all day eating hot wings, playing Zombies, and having sex (oh yea & our nightly adventures).

It’s so crazy how much things can change because at one point I believed him to be my SOULMATE. I mean no one could tell me anything. He was my sun, my moon, and my stars.

I do sometimes wish I could relive just one of those days. But those were our party days though. I DIGRESS. Fuck that Nigga!

🌞🌚🌟💫💫

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#67

OMG I am so in LIKE with someone it’s unreal…I don’t even want to tell him 😕