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i’m so sorry if someone made you think it’s hard to love you

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How to love a broken girl

How to love a broken girl. How many would benefit from an instruction book for that? Its easy to love the carefree girls, the “normal” girls, the confident girls next door, but what about the broken girls? The girls with fortresses around their heart and shields in their eyes? The girls whose souls have aged beyond their earthly years? The girls with bodies and minds that have survived wars which would break the strongest of men? Sometimes these girls should come with a warning label. The warning pendulum swings both ways. This warning is not only for how you must treat her but for all the ways she will ruin you.

1. You cannot love her gently. She does not realize she deserves to be loved. You must love her with a force that can crush mountains. You must burn her soul so hot with your love that doubt melts away. Your love must be unconditional and you must show her on her very worst days.

2. She doesnt know shes beautiful. She can get compliments all day and she wont believe it. There is a demon on her shoulder whispering that its not true. It takes a dozen compliments to erase one hurtful torment from her past. Shower her with compliments, be her cheerleader, until your words are her heartbeat instead of her doubts.

3. Chase her. I know we often have the attitude of not chasing anyone. I know it is said to be weak if we chase someone who walks away, but we need to see you are weak for us. Sometimes a broken girl needs to see how much you need her. She needs to.see that vulnerability in your eyes to feel ok. We need you to need us.

4. She needs routine. Broken girls over analyze everything. They notice everything, too. Did you stop asking her for pictures after some time passes? Did you stop using a pet name? Every broken pattern to us means the end of the only thing we have ever wanted and it terrifies us.

5. Smother us with affection. Touch us. Kiss us. Touch us some more. Broken girls have not experienced enough positive affection in their life. We will absorb every ounce as a person dying of thirst demands water. You cannot shower us with enough of a good touch.

6. Be honest and keep promises. Broken girls have not dared to dream much. Every vow made to us has been broken. Every promise has been a lie. We would rather you never let a promise escape your lips than have you utter false ones.

7. Prepare to drown. If we let you inside our chaotic soul, you will be immersed in a madness you will not understand. We sometimes walk the balance beam of insanity and sometimes we fall. The biggest warning we should have is this.. if we love you, it is forever. We will love you with a loyalty that will amaze you. We will be committed and our heart will beat your name. While we are still broken we will try to devour all of your pain. We will be perceptive to your wounds and eager to heal your soul. If we love you, please be prepared that we will forever stay.

***This was not written by me, but by Lady-Savant on fet, she gave me permission to post, and asked no links be added.

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oh how sad it is

to be so afraid

of being too happy

because you feel

that any minute,

things will change

that happiness

will be ripped

right out

of your fingertips

the moment that

you claim it;

the moment that you

start to realize

that you deserve it

Kai Masa || afraid of being

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“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald,  The Great Gatsby

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“We should teach our daughters to say no. We should teach them that their body is not a hotel or an empty house to be broken into. We should convince them that their opinions matter, that their votes count, that their screams for justice are heard. We should tell them to speak up, to be proud of who they are and of who they can grow up to be. We should teach them that there is nothing and no one to cower in front of and that the world is in their hands. 
But before we teach our daughters to say no, we should teach our sons not to take a woman’s body by force. We should make them understand that no means no, and that a lack of agreement can still mean no. If a girl makes it clear that she does not want to be touched, if she removes your hands from her skin, tells you she’s uncomfortable/not ready/not in the mood, if it looks like she’s not enjoying herself, let her go. If she is drunk and does not explicitly tell you that she wants it, leave her the hell alone. Also, she didn’t ask for it because she was polite. She didn’t ask for it because she flirted with you. She didn’t ask for it because she wore a short skirt, or a low cut shirt, or anything you found attractive. And no, she didn’t ask for your catcalls. She’s not a dog to be whistled at. She did not ask for your comments on how you think she looks. She did not ask to be disrespected simply because you are a man and she is a woman.
 In a world where women give so much, we should teach our sons to respect them.”

— n.j.

[para-lysinq]

oh how sad it is

to be so afraid

of being too happy

because you feel

that any minute,

things will change

that happiness

will be ripped

right out

of your fingertips

the moment that

you claim it;

the moment that you

start to realize

that you deserve it

Kai Masa || afraid of being

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“The kindest thing I ever did for myself in terms of love was letting it go when it no longer fought for me knowing that love shouldn’t be something I must set myself on fire for just to keep hold of it—for that’s not passion—that’s crap.”

— Juansen Dizon, Self-Respect

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“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.”

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Azra T.

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“Some nights I get these cluster headaches. Some nights I scream in pain and the sound that my mother hears is the sound that comes from my physical suffering. The sound that she doesn’t hear is the echo coming from being in the state of panic at the thought of having to accept that I exist.”

— Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 28

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“She is, always will be, worth the chaos.”

— Juansen Dizon

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“I saw something that reminded me of you. I wanted to show you, but then I remembered that we don’t talk anymore.”

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