I see you in a song, a clothing item, a type of car, a supermarket, dinners. Close to everything I see, hear or feel carries a memory of you. But that is it, they are merely memories now, nothing more, they no longer carry the pain they once did and this I am thankful for. This doesn’t mean I don’t want to relive any of the good times, it just means I’m no longer hurting.
My life
Binge eat, regret, repeat.
Fuck you.
Thank the lord all men aren’t as self centered as you!
Mines better :D
Another one bites the dust.
(Source: funeral-wreaths, via nodularity)
And you cant fight the tears that ain’t coming, or the moment of the truth in your lies. When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.
(Source: tentaclerape, via king-perf)
(Source: throttler, via sharptoothh)
Went out tonight… Got home at only 10.30. Straight into my pyjamas with a bowl of oats and a book. How old am I?
I don’t need you. I’m a strong independent black woman.
There are not many people like you. We are so blessed to know you. I am yet to walk away from a conversation of ours without feeling optimistic. You are inspiring and I need these talks more often to know I’m okay and everyone is unique and has a destiny. It takes less muscles to smile than to frown :)
(Source: strangers93, via m-illennium)
