“It’s Like When You Read A Novel And You’re So Captivated By It That You Don’t Even Realize You’re

I know the reason why you left…I just don’t know her name.

Poetry At Most

Im still hoping its you and me in the end.

(via little-random-thoughts)

“Took a break to find myself, but instead I found you.”

— back and better than ever

We should stop making kids who already struggle fixing themselves think that it is their responsibility to fix their bullies too

““I love you, but you just make me so sad.” She whispered quietly enough to not wake him. “And I so badly want to go back to the way things were, but every time I look at you now I feel little edges of my heart cracking apart.” She kisses his chest with the next words, “I love you, but I have to love myself now.””

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Society should stop having that stereotypical image of abuse

Abuse isn’t always bloody noses and hungry babies.

Constant yelling/belittling/humiliating your child is abuse.

Making fun of your child’s interests/clothes/looks/insecurities is abuse.

Threatening your child to hurt them if they disobeyed you is abuse.

Calling your child names is abuse.

Making your child feel unsafe is abuse.

Making your child feel guilty for being different is abuse.

This stereotypical image is what makes a lot of abuse survivors doubt their abuse.

Emotional abuse is valid and it’s NOT less important than physical abuse.

I think sometimes we’re too hard on ourselves. We wrinkle our nose at our reflection in the mirror, we long to look or feel a different way, we compare, scold, bully and dislike ourselves, all the time.

But we forget that we’ve been through so much. Those people might not have done. Our bodies have fought constant battles, overcome many hurdles, fallen down, got back up and continued, no matter how injured, tired or sick we’ve felt.

Those scars manifest and show in different ways, and some may not show at all. Someone else’s success is not your failure, and comparing yourself to someone or something that has not led the exact life you’ve led with your brain chemistry, body and decisions is an unfair game.

The fact you’re reading this now is an enormous triumph, and we should give ourselves more credit. You are loved, wanted, and valid. You should be proud of yourself because you are doing just fine. Even just holding on is enough. You are enough.

Friend: I’m having a depressive episode right now

Me: please! Take! Care! Of! Your! Self!

Me: try not to hurt yourself!

Me: try to do what makes you happy!

Also me, having a depressive episode myself: *self-harms, cries, doesn’t tell anyone, keeps it all in, and pretends like everything is okay*

Me: positive vibes

Another night on my own, and you’d think after 6 years I’d be used to sleeping alone, but when I lay down my head, this house still feels like an empty home.

Poetry At Most