It would be like getting stabbed in the heart, then walking right back into the knife because I couldn’t stay away.
I learned that in order to demand respect from others you need to respect yourself first because if you don’t respect yourself you’ll allow others to walk all over you.
Your memory burns like a wildfire through my mind. I’ve been trying to fight it, slow it down, but it just keeps spreading.
I want to know the least amount possible because that way there is no real attachment that can occur. That way I’m not allowing myself to find real feelings by relating your life to mine.
She will wonder what drew you in. She doesn’t wonder in a bad way, but in a curious kind of way because she is still learning herself.
He has nothing more to imagine or curiosity lingering around in his mind about you. He got what he wanted because you hoped it would make him stay.
Don’t spend your life suffering because of self-inflicted pain from believing you’re not good enough. Fall in love with yourself, find your passions and pursue what makes you feel alive.
We were each other’s own personal form of cocaine. Each time we thought we were strong enough to give it up and walk away, the urge came back and we took another hit.
Sometimes laughing at his facial expressions during sex (when he’s clearly feelin’ himself and taking himself wayyy too seriously— you’re not Jake Gyllenhaal babe).
I salute you because you’ve been used and yet you choose to forgive. You’ve been hurt yet you choose to heal.