There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don’t help them by doing the job yourself.
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Y’all looking for love. I just wanna be financially stable and slim


So I’ve been convinced that I am single. That I haven’t yet fallen in love. They don’t write too many romantic comedies and novels about the love I’ve experienced, though there’s a few I’m sure…I’ve seen an overwhelming amount love making scenes in bedrooms. In my bedroom love was had, but it was sitting on my futon playing scrabble, during a power outage, Christmas Eve with my sister eating dark chocolate. We laughed. A lot.
When my sister is in pain, she asks me to just leave her alone and I do. I know it will help her. When I’m breaking I ask her to just leave me alone and she doesn’t. She knows it won’t help me. She hugs me, even though she hates being touched.
My best friend made me laugh, almost everyday and I made him laugh too. That saved me, everyday, that saved me. My god, Where are my manners? I can’t believe I never thanked you.
When my mother told me I was beautiful I didn’t think it mattered, as if the only opinions that were important were the ones of those who would be inside me, but I was inside of my mother for nine months. Now I know those two things seem uncomfortable to relate, but they’re related. We’re all related, all love is apart of the universe. My mother is a part of the universe. She is Jupiter’s dust and Saturn’s eighth ring. When Jupiter looked me in eyes and told me I was gorgeous, I didn’t listen.
Love hasn’t been romanticized, it’s been sexualized. I do not consider myself single. I am love, I am madly in love and so far from alone.
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The Lovers by Rene Magritte x The Lovers by MK/ // photoset #6 (1,2)

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If you had started doing anything two weeks ago, by today you would have been two weeks better at it.
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