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I always hear about broken hearts and trauma from romantic relationships

But I barely hear how friends can completely destroy you as well

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All I ever taste are my tears.

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ending a long term friendship feels like: i miss you. you were so mean to me. are you okay? i feel like hating you forever. you understood all my best jokes. i'm blocking you. make awkward eye contact with me in the hallway. i cry when i look at pictures we took together. do you miss me too? what should i do with all this stuff i know about you? where do i put the stories when they aren't ours to tell anymore?

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“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.”

— Clementine von Radics  (via wordsnquotes)

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When I say I am fuckable not loveable, it is not to say I am only desirable for sex.

Believe me, I know my body is not the sort of body that boys beg to have sex with.

It is to say that I do not think I am someone who anyone can truly love.

I am too much work, too difficult, too complex.

I can feel myself waiting for him to realise this, to throw in the towel and tell me “you are just too much to deal with”

- Isabella Dorta

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When I say I am fuckable not loveable, it is not to say I am only desirable for sex.

Believe me, I know my body is not the sort of body that boys beg to have sex with.

It is to say that I do not think I am someone who anyone can truly love.

I am too much work, too difficult, too complex.

I can feel myself waiting for him to realise this, to throw in the towel and tell me “you are just too much to deal with”

- Isabella Dorta

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I gave all my oxygen to people that could breathe

Gave away my money and now we don’t even speak

I drove miles and miles, but would you do the same to me?

- Ed Sheehan, Save Myself

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My mouth is filled with cigarette smoke and the afterburn of alcohol, but it is still not enough to remove the feeling of your lips on mine.

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Someday I hope I fall I love with my own company.

I hope I won’t have to crave your lips on mine, our bodies intertwined or the way your lips cried my name when I left.

I hope I won’t have to look for your company in a strangers bed or thinking of you when everything around me falls apart.

I hope to learn to be enough for myself, instead of looking for the answer in the bottom of the bottle or at the end of the cigarette.

But it won’t be today

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Whoever told you that you were hard to love didn’t truly see you when you spoke about everything you loved, didn’t understand your passion, didn’t know how hard it was for you to get up every morning despite the world trying to knock you down again. You are a bright burning galaxy and some people aren’t worthy of your light - but they don’t want to admit that the fault is their own. You aren’t hard to love. They just didn’t know how to love you for who you are.

Nikita Gill

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Abusers will cross your boundaries on purpose, harass you, drive you to guilt, discomfort, sleeplessness, make you so paranoid you make mistakes and then point a finger at you and say “see? It’s all your own fault.”

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On the mornings your mouth is filled with the bitter taste from hollow tragedies of last night, where your memory is haunted by the brokenness of everything you once thought would be forever there, I hope you remember how once, you were new enough to the world that everything seemed like a joyous adventure. I hope one day you heal enough from all this pain and go back to who you used to be. Just a human looking out at the world, astonished by its beauty.

- Nikita Gill, Notes on Survival #4

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“It’s not that you ruined me. It isn’t, because I refuse to let my love be named anything other than courage and no one gets to take that away from me, not even you. I will not regret how deeply I loved you, even if it ended in my broken heart. So no, you haven’t ruined me. It’s just that every poem I write still tastes like you. And I am trying to change that. All while having grace in my heart while letting you go.”

- Nikita Gill, Excerpts from a book I’m writing

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To my inner child:

I promise I am trying my best to heal

from everything that hurt you.

I promise I am trying to become

the person you need me to be

so we can both be whole.

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