This Is The Type Of Pasta And Alcohol You Should Consume, Based On Your Breakup
The “almost relationship” that lasted for three years: Gnocchi with a shit ton of butter and herbs, paired with Bud Lite Lime because you’re ORIGINAL.
The “almost relationship” that lasted for three years: Gnocchi with a shit ton of butter and herbs, paired with Bud Lite Lime because you’re ORIGINAL.
Look for the kind of man who sees strength in you, when all you see is weakness. Look for the kind of man who doesn’t give up on you, no matter how many times you mess up. Look for the kind of man who never makes you feel belittled. Who never makes you feel like you are second best.
Love will have to wait. Those boys will have to wait. She’s done giving them her everything when all they do is make her feel even more alone.
Anxiety makes you overthink every detail. It makes you freak out over every minuscule thing. It makes you fret about the smallest of arguments or conflicts. It makes you feel like you aren’t good enough. It makes you feel like love isn’t even worth it, because it’s just too damn hard for someone like you.
At 24, I’ve learned that I might as well give everything to myself, before I give everything to someone else. At 24, I’ve learned to be patient. I’ve learned to be kind to my ugly parts. And I’ve learned to accept me for me. At 17 I was hopelessly in love with a boy. Now at 24, I’m in love with just me. And you know? That’s fine by me. That’s more than okay.
I have to learn to forgive myself for all of my bad days. For the days where I don’t want to do anything but lie in bed and stare at the walls. For the days where I don’t do anything but press my body further towards my mattress, wanting everything to go away. I’m slowly learning to forgive myself for when I can’t see the light. For when all I see is darkness.
‘Anxiety is wanting to fix something that isn’t even a problem.’
I want to feel the wildfire in my lungs again. I want to feel the sting of rejection and the bitterness of heartache. And then, I want to feel like I’m falling again. I want to feel the butterflies in my stomach and the beating of my heart as I lean in for a kiss and feel time stop.
You don’t know how to relax anymore or go out with friends. You convince yourself that you have to work on your days off, in order to be the best. You work day and night even on holidays and weekends. You don’t know how to stop.
Set your heart free from the chaos. From the boy or girl who doesn’t love you anymore. Set your heart free from the sadness. From the grief. From the people who don’t know your worth. From the people that laugh at your talent. From the people who question your beauty.