Monday, November 1st, 2021.

11:00pm

I think of you often. Probably about every day. My feelings fluctuate between complete compassion and well wishes to hate and destruction. I wonder if you think of me. Probably not. You’ve been in love like 3 times since. It hurts but not because I don’t want you to have it but because I’m still waiting. I’m happy you got your blessings. I wish you’d stop taking such a big place in my heart. It’s truly killing me to be haunted by the memory of you loving me. I’m working on my healing and everyday is a new chance to practice what I preach. I will stop kissing you. I will stop loving you.

ndiecity:

be the clown you want to see in the circus.

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gentle-reminder:

any decisions you made in the past were made with the knowledge you had then, not the knowledge you have now - please try your best to be kind to that version of yourself, and to yourself now

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mamiboss:

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quotespile:

“You must never behave as if your life belongs to a man. Do you hear me?… Your life belongs to you and you alone.”

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun

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bepeu:

sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful

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xecarez:

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