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Reposting this again because it’s sooo fucking true for myself especially.

When I was a young child, doing this was super fun. I didn’t understand the magic behind mirrors. So the thought of there being multiple “me’s” was super exciting.

It’s crazy that once upon a time I did not fear a mirror. That it didn’t give me instant anxiety. Or fill my head with doubts...

Try and enjoy the things that once made you happy. Even if it’s as simple as looking in a mirror.

I love you all.

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I just want to feel like what I’m feeling is normal.

You know?

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For fucks sake, stop.

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In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.

Virginia Woolf (via sunsetquotes)

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Why am I such a sucker for the sad and lonely, emo, punk boys that aren’t emotionally capable of loving me.

Ughhh.

God damnit.

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Reblogging this because I still am working on it. Fuck.

Really trying to focus on starting to love myself. It can be extremely hard, especially right now. But I must believe in myself for once.

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