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I always find myself caught between saying too much and not saying enough
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Jesus is greater than I have ever portrayed him to be.
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Sometimes recovery is waking up early to write in coffee shops and practicing yoga and eating lots of fruit and chocolate and sometimes it’s staying in bed all day and hiding from the world until you can stop crying. All of this is ok. What’s important is that you take care of yourself no matter what kind of day you’re having.

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Deleting your photos was probably one of the hardest things I had to do in my life. The first step to moving on is to disable you from showing up on my Facebook newsfeed so I will not be reminded that you’re doing fine without me. You’re happy while I’m taking my time pretending you don’t exist, pretending you don’t exist, pretending you don’t exist.

I’m relearning how to love coffee because the smell of jasmine tea reminds me too much of you, and I’m trying to avoid the sun, the ocean, the beach, the streets we used to pass, and the friends we share in common, and basically people with the same country, language, and religion as you. I will banish myself into a state of self-isolation in an effort to forget, forget, forget -

Forget the photos taken together, the loving messages sent at 4AM, forget the dinner dates, and inside jokes, the green house, and tickle fights, the jungle party, the waking up together in the morning, or the weird way you sleep with your hands on your chest, and the way you hated the fact I snored. Forget how you feel inside me, the rock pools, the bike rides, or the roughness of your beard against my chin. Or how about the letters I wrote you everyday, or the late night conversations about the baggage in our heads?

Finally, forget I was your first love, and ignore that “First love never dies” bullshit, but let’s not forget to change our relationship status online. Then ignore me, and treat me like a stranger, make me feel confused, lost, and unwanted. Don’t reply to my messages until you convince me you never loved me at all. I’ll jump into the ocean and drown myself in whiskey, then by the time I reach my 8th tequila shot, I’ll make crappy poems to send you until I’d have nothing else left to say. And the next time I reach for my pen, it won’t be to write about you again. The sun will feel warm on my skin once more, and I will get drunk on the colors of the sky instead of tasting hang overs dripping from strangers’ lips.

I will not be a sob story.

I’ll make sure you’ll remember why you fell in love with me.

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I can’t remember anything without you
Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind (2004)


I can’t remember anything without you

Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind (2004)

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It’s better to have nobody than someone who is half there, or who doesn’t want to be there.
Angelina Jolie (via soulsscrawl)

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PE Teacher: why are you running so slowly
Me: It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop - Wisdom of Confucius
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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine  (via amcq)

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Baby, love yourself like you’re not waiting for someone else to do it.
Excerpt from for my future daughter by the amazingly talented Y.Z.(via rustyvoices)

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Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.
C.S. Lewis  (via jspark3000)

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Be careful who you vent to.
Realest shit I’ve heard all morning. (via corivicious)

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Anxiety, the next gumption trap, is sort of the opposite of ego. You’re so sure you’ll do everything wrong you’re afraid to do anything at all. Often this, rather than “laziness” is the real reason you find it hard to get started.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig (via perpetual-dreamers)

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I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
Her (2013)

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