The last five months of 2018 are going to be filled with financial independence, true love, healing, and answered prayers
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My heart will always be soft. I will never stop looking for the good and love in everything. You can’t take that away from me.
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late night cashiers at 24-hour convenience stores are the holders of our greatest secrets and most intimate selves
not my mom, not my partner, not God himself has seen me no-make up in line to buy a choco-pop and panty liners while on the brink of a heart felt meltdown
no one has given me the empty stare of complete indifference that fills my anxious nerves with relief
there is nothing like the sweet freedom of complete nihilism experienced at a 7/11 at 2am, God lives in church, the randomness of the unfeeling universe lives at aisle 9 of CVS
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I love tumblr. Why? Because I can be horny or depressed in peace.
and everyone else scroll by like “shit me too”
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If today felt impossible, if it took everything you have just to get through. Rest easy with the knowledge that you never have to do today again. It’s over. You did it <3
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When you’re growing up in abusive environment there’s such a strong feeling of “not belonging here”, “not being a part of anything” and feeling like you’re not supposed to be among humans at all, and only wishing that someone would come already and take you home. To another planet, where there’s people like you, where you wouldn’t be a burden or nuisance, where you wouldn’t feel guilty for just being, for existing as you are. It feels all wrong, being in a place where you’re so despised, as if it would be better if you didn’t exist at all. We all just want to go to our real home.
To those of abusive childhoods:
No, you are not manipulative, selfish, cold, uncaring. You are not hateful pathetic, self-pitying.
You’ve been taught to think of yourself as a far worse person than you are.
You’ve been taught to deprive yourself of good things.
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being filthy with the right person can be addictive as fuck.
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when kosinski wrote “i’m sure there are aspects of my personality buried within me that will surface as soon as i know i am completely loved.”
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