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I feel so #blessed by all these casual amazon photos

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this is so sad yet important

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I’m back on my blog...

For the last 3 years, I’ve been able to experience the craziest love known to the world - the kind you lose yourself inside of, or the kind that becomes your whole world (even when it can be the most destructive force within it). I lost myself in this love so deeply, originally in an amazing way, that when it was no longer serving me, fulfilling me, and strengthening me, I allowed it to control me, to deplete me, and to weaken me.

No matter what happened - no matter how many times my feet urged me to move, no matter how many times I cried “no more”, my legs grew roots and all I knew to do was love him more. To love him better, to lose myself in loving him to eventually come out on the other side feeling loved in return.

Sometimes the way a person loves you is more important than how much they love you.

No matter how hurt, insecure, and doubtful I felt inside, I did everything I could to make him feel what I couldn’t. On days when I felt unsure of our future, I would buy a card and write all the reasons I loved him inside and give it to him at dinner. On days when I felt ugly, unwanted, unsexy, undeserving, I initiated intimacy to make him feel what I couldn’t. When he hurt me, I would search for solutions to the cause of his behaviour, all to keep the relationship going. Because in the end, all I wanted was for it to work. 

All I wanted was not what I should have wanted.

When he locked the door, I busted the door down. When he walked away, I chased him.

I am supposed to want someone who opens the door and walks in.

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How much of my mother has my mother left in me How much of my love will be insane to some degree And what about this feeling that I'm never good enough Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?

How much of my father am I destined to become Will I dim the lights inside me just to satisfy someone Will I let this woman kill me, or do away with jealous love Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?

I can feel the love I want, I can feel the love I need But it's never gonna come the way I am Could I change it if I wanted, can I rise above the flood Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via quotelife)

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Hahahahaha

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Here’s my favorite vine meme of all time, gone too soon.

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RIP, Vine. You’ll be dearly missed.

Here’s just a few of my personal favorites.

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We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

Maya Angelou (via wnq-anonymous)

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Siyanda Mohutsiwa on the rise of the alt-right.

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This. So hard this. The longest-lasting iteration of the IUD is the copper variety — usually, Paragard, which lasts roughly 10 years. IUDs can be expense but pay off as a longtime investment. Time is of the essence here.