Remember that you must allow people to love you, to be kind to you, to help you. Not everyone is going to be toxic for you, some people just genuinely want to be a part of your life, but you to feel all this love coming your way, you have to believe you deserve it. Let people love you. Let them look out for you, care for you, don't push them away. Let them stay.
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Girls will be like Idk why im so unproductive recently and then you ask whats going on in their life and they list eight lifestopping crisies and then say 'yeah but i should be fine :/ '
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Margaret Atwood, from “He shifts from east to west”, Power Politics
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Older sibling response is weird like i want to make sure you've eaten, i DO want to bully you, i want to protect you, i want to fireman carry and body slam u on the couch and tell u to go to bed, i want to make up bullshit lies about how things work and see how long u believe it, i would kill for you, ur gross, u will forever be an infant to me, stop touching my stuff, chill out ur like 10, im proud of you, etc etc im sorry that even tho i was the test run the adults found New and Interesting ways to fuck up with you
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im just a normal girl . i sit near a body of water and immediately experience the entire range of human emotions
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Kahlil Gibran, from Beloved Prophet: The love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Marry Haskell, and her private journal
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i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you’re also grieving for yourself a little bit
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i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming
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― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
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“hot girl summer” no dummy it’s anguished woman autumn so are you coming to wander the moors with a lantern and a nightgown in the pouring rain or not because we leave at 8
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Emily Dickinson // Virginia Woolf
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I know the path I travel too well-- downhill, into the sea. Later I will return, brittle hair in seaweed strands, salt water simmering in my lungs; my heart, aching with riptide, will give a groan as I come slinking up the hill again. I know that I will fall again. My failure is a gully, a running rut in the earth from the times I've stumbled, the clawed crawl back to land. If I do not find higher ground, I fear I'll wear the land away-- and there is nothing for me in the waves.
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*loses my mind in the most silent way ever*
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