Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.
— Iyanla Vanzan (via psych-facts)
You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It wont happen automatically. You will have to rise up and say, ‘I don’t care how hard this is, I don’t care how disappointed I am, I’m not going to let this get the best of me. I’m moving on with my life.
— Your Best Life Now (Joel Osteen)
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide
do you ever just sit there and realize that you mean nothing to anyone and you start feeling like shit
Listen, hear me out, even if I don’t get a reply back I want you to at least read this, listen to what I have to say, even if it changes nothing, even though I wish it would. Apart of me still thinks there is something left. To me there is, because we both loved each other correct? And I don’t think you should be able to just stop loving anyone. I certainly cant stop loving you. A piece of me still thinks there’s a chance you’ll miss me and we’ll go back to being together. I had so much more for us than the almost 9 months it was. I know you’re going through a lot, and I tried to help and I’m still trying. But apart of me is saying that this is end. That we’re over, for good, that I cant lay with you and watch shitty movies or laugh at things I think are funny and you think are stupid but you just like to watch me happy or take walks around my neighborhood or plan adventures. I thought we were going to last longer than we did because god do I love you and I hate the word “end”. I don’t mean to tell you all of this to guilt trip you into dating me, even though I know you wouldn’t anyways. Its just late and I think about you the most when im trying to sleep and my head wants you to be here even though that wont happen. Just, remember I love you okay. And until your new girl wont let you talk to me you can always call me like you used to. Goodnight, sweet dreams. See you tomorrow.
— texts ill never send you. (via ac-idtrip)