#movingOn

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[moonshadowmystique]

"Sometimes, people need to paint you as the villain so they don’t have to face their own guilt for how they treated you."

[heartstrings-and-hauntings]

Pretty and Pink

A lesson that was wanted to keep, Never learned, always on repeat. The feeling was unmatched, Nothing could compete, Until emptiness took over, Replaced what should feel complete.

Blinded by a foolish heart, The loveliest shade of pink. All doubts remain, Lingering with a haunting ghost.

The joke is clear; a lost and wandering soul, Clinging to memories that might not be real. Just a way to pass the time, But joy was brought to these days.

A lesson that could never be kept, The universe chose a different plan. One will remember, and another forget, The journey continues—reluctantly met.

[echoesofphilip]

[misha060]

My life didn’t end when I failed that exam at 16. It didn’t end when I went through that breakup at 17. It didn’t end when my mom wished I was never born at 18.

Now, at almost 19, I’ve realized something—my life never ended at those moments I swore it did. I’m still here. Still breathing. And while that gives me hope, it also makes me sad. Because even though life keeps going, I know there will be more moments where I’ll feel like it’s over.

[iamalittleufo]

I had to let go of the life I wanted, the one I had clung to for so long--to accept the life that was waiting for me.

-dontjudgemeforsinning

[meanitwithlove]

The weight of loneliness settles in like a heavy fog, obscuring everything around you, leaving only the echoing silence of your own thoughts. It's a gnawing ache in the pit of your stomach, a constant yearning for a connection that feels just out of reach. You desperately wish for someone to see you, to really see you, to understand the depth of your experiences, the hopes and fears that dance just beneath the surface.

[zenwords]

Breakups are ok. Starting over is ok. Moving on is ok. Saying no is ok. Being alone is ok. What is not ok is staying somewhere you are not happy, valued, or unappreciated, that’s not ok. — Unknown #breakup #startingOver #movingOn #sayingNo #beingAlone #happiness https://www.instagram.com/p/CmALDzRuG-F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aquanomad28]

Wednesday, March 06, 2024

I’m filled with gratitude to have been a part of this building's story. While today may be my last day here, I'll carry the memories with me and cherish the time spent within these walls. Even though our paths may diverge, I'm sure our encounters won't cease, as I'll see you from afar whenever I pass by.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Get the message.

[moonshadowmystique]

Embracing My Worth: I Was Always More Than Enough

I’ve cried rivers over you. I’ve felt your absence in every part of me, as if a piece of my soul was missing. I missed you with everything I had—my heart, my mind, my body. There were moments when the pain consumed me, and I even hated you for it. I hated how you left, how you made me feel like I wasn’t enough. And for a long time, I wondered if it was all my fault. I questioned everything about myself, every action, every word.

But not anymore.

There came a moment when I finally understood something so powerful that it set me free: it wasn’t that I wasn’t good enough for you—it was that I was too much. I loved with a depth you couldn’t meet. I cared in ways that you couldn’t understand. I brought passion, honesty, and strength to the table, and it wasn’t that those things weren’t valuable. They were simply too big for the space you had in your life.

I used to think that I needed to change, to be smaller, quieter, easier for you. But I’ve learned that the problem was never me trying to be enough—it was you not being able to receive all that I am. I am more than enough, and I deserve someone who sees that, who can meet me at my level and celebrate my fullness.

I am enough. I’ve always been enough. And now, I fully embrace that truth

[girltalkcollectives]

Loving Someone Who Doesn't Love You Back

This entry is from an old relationship

Have you ever felt like you're the only one trying in a relationship? Like you're pouring your entire heart into something while they're just... there?

I'm sitting in my car right now, typing this on my phone because I can't be in my apartment. Because he's there, probably not even noticing that I left an hour ago. Probably hasn't even looked up from his game to realize I'm gone. And the worst part? I already know when I go back, I'll act like everything's fine.

It's such a specific type of heartbreak - loving someone who doesn't love you back but stays anyway. Because that's the thing: he stays. He's still here. Still says "goodnight." Still goes through the motions. But that's all they are - motions.

I keep a list in my notes app of all the signs I try to ignore:

How he takes hours to reply to my texts but I can see him active online.

The fact that he hasn't said "I love you" in months, just replies "you too" when I say it.

How he only wants to see me when it's convenient for him.

The way he talks about his future without mentioning me in it.

You know what the worst part is? I'm not even angry at him. I'm angry at myself. For staying. For making excuses. For thinking maybe if I love him hard enough, he'll start loving me back. For becoming the kind of person who checks their boyfriend's likes on Instagram at 3am, looking for signs of what I already know.

Tonight he asked what I wanted for dinner like everything was normal. Like I hadn't spent the whole day crying in my car because he forgot my birthday. Like he hadn't introduced me as his "friend" at last week's party. Like I haven't been dying inside every time he pulls away when I try to hold his hand in public.

My best friend keeps asking why I stay. I wish I had a better answer than "because I love him." But that's the whole stupid truth. I love him. I love him so much it physically hurts. I love him even though I know - I KNOW - he doesn't love me back.

Do you know how pathetic it feels to plan your whole day around someone who probably doesn't think about you at all? To get excited when they text you first, only to realize they just need something? To lie awake at night wondering what she has that you don't? (Because there's always a "she" - the one they like on every post, the one they talk about a little too much, the one they light up around in a way they never do with you.)

The dumbest part is that I keep waiting for some big dramatic moment. Like maybe one day it'll get so bad that leaving will feel like the only option. But it's not big dramatic moments. It's small things. It's a thousand paper cuts of indifference.

It's the way he doesn't ask about my day.

It's the half-hearted hugs.

It's the "maybe next time" when I suggest doing something together.

It's the way he can go weeks without seeing me and it doesn't bother him at all.

It's how he never puts his phone down when we're together.

It's the fact that I can't remember the last time he was excited to see me.

My mom always said you should be with someone who loves you as much as you love them. I used to think that was just something people say. Now I understand. Now I know exactly what she meant. Because this? This isn't it.

But here's the really messed up part - I'm still hoping things will change. Still analyzing every tiny gesture for signs that maybe he's starting to feel something real. Still trying to be the perfect girlfriend, like if I just try hard enough, he'll suddenly realize he loves me too.

I know how this ends. I've read this story before. I'm not stupid. I know he's never going to wake up one day and suddenly love me the way I love him. I know I deserve better than someone who makes me feel like an option.

But knowing you deserve better and actually leaving are two very different things.

So here I am, sitting in my car, writing this post. And in a few minutes, I'll go back upstairs. He won't ask where I've been. I won't tell him I've been crying. We'll go to sleep on opposite sides of the bed, and tomorrow we'll wake up and do it all again.

Because sometimes the hardest part isn't loving someone who doesn't love you back.

It's knowing they don't love you back and staying anyway.

[dance-in-my-storm]

“Because of [him], I’ve trained myself not to develop attachments to human beings. This seems to have improved my health. The stability is hard-won and precarious. I’m better without him. Tears of joy douse my chin as I remember being worse with him.” 

-Mariah Stovall, I Love You So Much It’s Killing Us Both

[echoesofphilip]

[adiyo]

Discernment is Key: Protecting Your Peace

After a few failed attempts at getting back into the dating scene, this year, following my birthday, I decided to stop searching. Instead, I’ve been taking the time to heal, focus on my ambitions, and develop myself. There’s a power in that—stepping away from the noise, and really learning about who you are and what you need.

What’s funny (or ironic, really) is how, after doing that inner work—after knowing yourself more deeply, understanding your blind spots, triggers, and insecurities—people who once hurt you try to reenter your life. It’s almost like the universe is testing you to see if you've really grown.

Where I am now, I don’t see these moments as temptations to fall back into old patterns. Instead, they’re opportunities. Learning moments. They’re a mirror, reflecting how much you’ve changed, how much stronger and wiser you’ve become. And more importantly, they unmask the true intentions of those around you.

Some people aren’t interested in you—they’re interested in what you can do for them. They’re not returning because they’ve changed or because they genuinely want to be a part of your life. They’re returning because they see what they can gain from your growth, your energy, or your attention.

Discernment becomes your strongest tool here. It’s through that lens that you begin to understand who deserves a place in your life. Not everyone who asks for forgiveness, friendship, or love should receive it. Respect, trust, love, friendship, and forgiveness—these things are earned through consistent actions, not words alone.

When you’ve spent time understanding yourself, your attachment styles, and your pain, you realize the power of boundaries. You realize that the rose-colored glasses you used to wear only led to hurt. Growth comes from recognizing when to say no, when to protect your peace, and when to stand firm in your worth.

So here’s to seeing people for who they really are, to honouring our growth, and to protecting the peace we’ve fought so hard to find. Because not everyone deserves a seat at your table.

[springblossomofwisdom]

"It's Hard To Turn The Page When You Know Someone Won't Be In The Next Chapter, But The Story Must Go On" -Thomas Wilder