Do you wanna know the part that's based on you?.......THE PART WHERE SHE LOATHES HERSELF SO MUCH
BECAUSE OF ALL THE GUILT AND THE SHAME THAT SHE CAN'T LET THE GOOD IN.....HER INABILITY TO FATHOM THAT THERE IS SOMEONE ON THIS PLANET THAT JUST LOVES HER DESPITE HER NOT LOVING HERSELF. That's you. That's the part that isn't fiction.🖤🖤🖤

Just finished watching malcolm and marie and I am left speechless.🖤

They say they will but they don't stick around.

It’s one of those days that feel endless to me, when I feel like I shouldn’t exist or just have a heart of stone. My heart feels heavy, my eyes are tired of hoping for better things from people who always disappoint. I’m sorry that this still hurts so much, that you cannot just say certain things out loud because you’re afraid of people’s eyes. I prevented you from healing the scars you got because I thought that was the best thing to do for you to forget. I locked and caged you into your bad memories because I thought that was the best. I did that because I didn’t want you to feel the different pain you’ve felt before. But I was wrong. I’m so sorry for underestimating you. I’m sorry for not realizing that you’re so much more than what I thought of you. You fought even when part of me tried to silence your voice, you spoke even when I didn’t want anyone to hear your little voice. I can say this enough, thank you for giving me more chances, thank you for trying even when you knew you’d fail. Being you is hard especially when there are people who don’t like whoever you are becoming. I’m proud of you for never giving up on yourself.

Love,
The new me.

My love for this woman and everything that she is🖤

በአንዳንድ ነገራት የወላጆች ሀብት ለልጆቻቸው የስቃይ ምንጭ ይሆናል። እናትና አባት ለሀብታቸው ደህንነት የሰሩት ሰፊና ጠንካራ ሳጥን ለልጆቻቸው ጨለማና ጠባብ እስር ቤት ይሆናል።💔

When Franz kafka said "I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say 'come with me milena, we are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.' perhaps we don't love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much. "

I cannot describe how those words fit me perfectly

🎼 I Forgot to Be Your Lover from Memphis Rock and Soul
🎤 by Melissa Etheridge

Have I told you lately that I love you?
Oh, if I didn't baby, I'm sorry
Did I reach out and hold you in my loving arms
Oh, when you needed me?
Now I realize that you need love too
I'll spend my life making love to you

Oh, I forgot to be your lover
And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry

Have I taken the time to share with you
All the burden that love will fare?
And have I done the little simple things to show you
Just how much I care?
I've been workin' for you, doin' all I can
To work all the time didn't make me a man

Oh, I forgot to be your lover
And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
I'll make it up to you somehow
I forgot to be your lover
I forgot to be your lover
I forgot to be your lover

I'm so sorry, sorry, baby
I'm so sorry, sorry, baby



Writer(s): BOOKER T. JR. JONES, WILLIAM BELL, BOOKER T. JONES JR.

Same love,same.

There are no words to describe the absence, all those who returned from it returned with other faces, other voices, other hearts and a tremendous distance.

What if the heart that you broke was loved by God?

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Ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ ᴍᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴇs, ɢʀᴏᴡ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴜʙsɪᴅᴇs ɪɴᴛᴏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ.

sɪʟᴇɴᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛsxᴏ💙

it’s one of those nights again. the kind where you can feel the sadness and anxiety in your stomach. the kind where you want to yell and scream and cry because nothing is okay and you aren’t sure it ever will be. the kind where you stare at your scars, wanting to make more. just to feel something other than this ache. it is nights like this that make me terrified to keep living.

It’s getting really bad again but every time someone asks me how I’m doing, I say I’m fine. I’m okay. Sometimes I’ll tell my mom I’m just tired when she asks me why I haven’t left my room all day. But the truth is, I’m breaking, tearing apart at the seams. Struggling to breathe while my mind goes into a panic. Desperately trying to remember what it was like to feel at peace. But I can’t. I am trapped in this monotonous cycle of defeat and it is taking everything in me to not just simply give up.