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A part of healing is also understanding how YOU were toxic. People don’t wanna point the finger at themselves. But you can’t grow properly if you don’t see how you fucked up or added fuel to the fire.

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.كُل الناس بتقول "السكوت علامة الرضا" إلا فيروز قالت "الصمت عنوان التخلي" .. وأنا مع فيروز

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“Feeling paralyzed by depression sucks, it really does.” - Neil Hilborn

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things that exist but you can’t see:

people thinking about you and smiling

flowers growing in your heart

the moon’s affection for you

how much you’ve healed already

a lovely future written in the stars

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Me irl

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ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

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Actually don't expect anybody to 'fix' you , you're gona have to go through that journey alone

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“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”

— Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

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Don’t romanticize pain, it’s easy to say flattering words about it but when you feel ‘pain’ words won’t be enough

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Bad people can do good things, and good people can do bad things. We are not an individual action, but a collection of many things. Humanity is complex - try not to judge based on the limited view we see of others.

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Everyone has different personalities hidden inside of them. It’s no secret. We are all formed of smaller galaxies, that we take out and put on as coats whenever we see fit. It’s no shame. I have that. We all do. It’s no strangeness. I let some people see the summer rain in me, the warm coffee in me, the dusty old books, the smiles that feel like warm sunshine on my face. That’s the galaxy full of bright stars you just want to dive in. I let other people see the hurricane, the wolf blood, the sharp bites and whiskey smirks. That’s the galaxy not many explore, the side you don’t venture into because you want to. I perhaps have thousands of little universes like these that I bring out whenever I feel like it. I am not a chameleon, I don’t adapt to what’s asked of me. I just like to think that I’m not simple enough to be defined by one single thing. But every galaxy has its black holes. The one thing you don’t talk about, the one you keep hidden and pretend it doesn’t exist. I feel like the person I become when I get close to the black hole isn’t who I am. I see it as another person, completely separated from me. I keep her in a locked room. Or perhaps I don’t keep her, perhaps she has caged herself there, in a prison of her own making. She is sad. She is a weeping sky. She is angry. She is an unmerciful tsunami. She is mad. And she scares me. I don’t let her out. In fact, I think I have no control over her whatsoever. She comes out whenever she wants and she does what she wants once she’s out. She cries, she yells, she laughs, she scares. She scratches on the walls of my mind as a warning before she erupts. But she doesn’t stay too long. She never does. Maybe she just gets lonely in there, all by herself, and wants to make sure I haven’t forgotten her. We all have universes, stars, dangerous planets and black holes. Perhaps I am made of books full of raindrops and hunger and feathers and broken wings sparrows. Made of going but never leaving. Of had enough’s and trying too hard. Of cigarette smoke and poison and storms. Of poetry and spilled ink. Of shy mornings and midnight thunders. But do I ever think that makes me original or special or different? Not even for a second.

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do you ever wonder how many strangers hate you because of how someone else described you to them

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What shade do you think Tr*mp is in Fenty beauty

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you failed? go on cry it all out, be angry, be disappointed, complain all that you want. but i want you to think about a couple of things: will it affect your life in any way? are you going to remember it in 10 years, 5 years or even in a year? i bet you won’t so don’t think you are a failure, don’t hate on yourself. you will make mistakes, you will fail hard but you will also learn from them, you will grow and you will get better.