My Ex-Boyfriend Called Me On A Tuesday And I Fell In Love Again
It was a Tuesday, which felt kind of odd—I mean shouldn’t calling your ex be reserved for your drunk Saturday nights instead of your Tuesday afternoons?
It was a Tuesday, which felt kind of odd—I mean shouldn’t calling your ex be reserved for your drunk Saturday nights instead of your Tuesday afternoons?
In a few months, I’d tell myself, my body might look a lot different. And maybe then I’d love it.
I am finally unlearning all of that and instead, slowly learning that life doesn’t have to be a battle verses only myself.
Humans are resilient.
You don’t have to keep it all bottled up, and you don’t have to cage yourself in instead of letting yourself break free.
You’re a human who has made a difference in the world, whether you realize it or not.
Perfect girls post perfect selfies. Their skin will glow beautifully with the filter they carefully chose and their eyes will shine brighter than any pair of eyes you’ve ever seen before.
Anxiety has one goal, and it’s to destroy people. And sometimes it does.
You’re going to pick yourself up and get over the boy who tried to break you because he was never the one for you.
Somehow I ended up on the floor. I was on my knees. I didn’t know how I got there. I felt wrong. I felt confused.