Broken people are the strongest people I know. Their pain is so beautiful to me. I absorb it, and, like painting on a blank canvas, transform it into art.
“I really wasn’t happy with myself,” he said. “I believe it was because I wasn’t my authentic self doing what I really wanted to do in my life.”
Piece by piece, you ripped yourself apart. Piece by piece, you gave yourself away.
You’re not afraid to give up on what’s not working.
If you keep ending up in a certain relationship pattern, there’s a reason. Become conscious of it and choose differently.
Toxic relationships poison you slowly and quietly. That’s what makes them so dangerous.
We are the generation that views instant gratification as love. We are the generation that is constantly on the hunt for the next best thing, the next best chase, the next big heart to break.
I want to be the woman who finally makes you realize why it didn’t work out with all the ones who came before me.