“Thank you. For every last bruise you gave me. For every time I sat in tears. For the million ways you hurt me. I just want to tell you this: You broke my world. Made me strong. Thank you. Messed up my dreams. Made me strong. Thank you!”— Jamelia, Thank you
(via silently-dying-screams)
remember to listen to yourself. if you’re exhausted and don’t have the energy to commit to plans, it’s okay to say no. if you’re feeling like total crap and just can’t motivate yourself to be productive; rest! it’s okay to say no to things you’re not up to and set limits and let yourself have a break from it all, you deserve it.
(via silently-dying-screams)
And what I’ve come to realize is if you don’t say what you need to say when you have a chance… you’ll regret it. Even if you’re mad, say it. Scream it into the world while you still have a chance to. Because once life passes you by, it’s gone. And so are the words left unspoken.
— Brittainy C. Cherry, Loving Mr. Daniels
(via silently-dying-screams)
I have ran out of excuses to justify you, and of tears with which to cry you. I have tried going blind so I could not see what was going on but the darkness is no place for me, now I know. I have tried putting myself into your shoes but I find my feet don’t fit into such a heartless pair as you wear. I am sick of asking for things I shouldn’t have to ask for, like your care, your attention, and your time. I have loved you with an open heart, with all I am and I in turn have received almost nothing of what I want, just you, all of you, all of your heart. And after all this time I find myself empty and fighting this void of a relationship if that is what this can be called, see I am not sure anymore. What I do know is that I am tired and I don’t want to fight anymore because I am the only one in the gladiator pit while you are in the spectator stand.I chose now as I did before, but this time it is not to love you anymore. I think I am finally ready to let you go.
e.v.e. (Ready to let you go)
(via broken-from-memories)
Maybe you think My god, I didn’t know
he had it in him. Maybe you think I probably
provoked him a little too much this time.
And the next day his smile spills like white wine
into the cup of your palm, and his laugh is the answer
to all the question marks inside your heart.
So maybe you try to forget about it,
shove it beneath whatever furniture there is
in the basement of your mind that’s reserved
for things you can’t talk about.
And it’s good for a while.
It’s really, really good.
Because he tries to forget it too,
pretends he can change,
tries to love you less like a slaughterhouse
and more like a garden.
But still, that dark closet inside his head
keeps opening.
Until another skeleton comes out
and it happens again.
And it will always happen again.
Until you’re a skeleton too.
So I am telling you,
it’s okay to leave.
You can leave.
(via silently-dying-screams)
“You either say how you feel and fuck it up or say nothing and let it fuck you up instead.”
(via hellishpsycho)
“You never really know a person’s true colors until you break up with them.”— Excerpt #88
(via demons-in-my--head)
“I’m going to ask you a riddle: What do you do when you are in a toxic relationship? And you are going to answer: Leave. I’m going to ask you: How do you do it so easily? You are going to say: How can’t you? I am going to tell you a story: It is about a girl who made me feel trapped within my bones. She was the most beautiful person in my life, but she made me feel so ugly inside. I gave her my everything and that amounted to dust because she blew it all away and told me I wasn’t enough. There was no time I had that I did not spend with her and when I tried to get some space, to breathe in air that was so foreign it was almost toxic to my lungs, she told me I broke her heart. You are going to wonder: Why did you let it get so bad? Weren’t there signs? Why did you let her go on for so long? I am going to tell you of how I died: She made me feel like I was loved. She carried her heart on her sleeve and she told me all of her intentions, but I didn’t see how they were the size of her fists, how she really intended to smash me into a million pieces. I gave her my freedom, I gave her my promises, she taught me I meant shit without her. It still triggers me to this day, I still shake when she says my name, when she blames me for hurting her, for making her this way. I still taste the guilt on my tongue, she has made me her reason for being broken– I deserve to be broken. You are going to tell me it’s not true, you are going to tell me it was abuse: Like black bruises and bloody cuts, her words and manipulation scarred me and left me wounded. I am going to lie to myself, I am going to lie to you: You’re right. I am not in the wrong. I am glad that I left. I can be okay that I left. I can be okay without her. I am going to pretend the story ends there. But she lives on in happily ever after. And I am the reason why she’s no longer here.”— Toxic relationships can stick with you after you leave them
(via demons-in-my--head)
(via mera99)
José Olivarez, from my therapist says make friends with your monsters
(via letyourselfliveagain)
switch your mentality from “i’m broken and helpless” to “i’m growing and healing” and watch how fast your life changes, for the better.
(via queenallie001)
honestly i think the most validating thing ive ever heard was “good parents don’t have to try to convince their children they weren’t abused” so yknow. remember that.
(via queenallie001)
