You don’t need anyone’s affection or approval in order to be good enough. When someone rejects or abandons or judges you, it isn’t actually about you. It’s about them and their own insecurities, limitations, and needs, and you don’t have to internalize that. Your worth isn’t contingent upon other people’s acceptance of you — it’s something inherent.

You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.

—Daniell Koepke (via naturalqueer)

(Source: internal-acceptance-movement, via amberrosehairline)

titytwochainz:

when she say “im done” but keep arguing

I’m not coldhearted -
I’m just tired
Of getting burned
By the same fire.

m.v., dragon lady. (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via wherechalkwhitearrowsgo)

You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.

—Miles Walser, excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories” (via feellng)

(via chubby--bunny)

I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which ones I created to please you.

—The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You/ Lora Mathis lora-mathis (via possibilityofliving)

(via clementinevonradics)

This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to figure it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.

—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: wordsnquotes.com, via kingdomsinthewild)

I want to live in an honest house
where the motion detector is so sharp
it knows when my thoughts leave the room.

I want a clap on lamp that works as a polygraph;
when you swear you still love me, the lights flicker.

—Megan Falley, “The Honest House” (via bostonpoetryslam)

(via rustyvoices)

She once asked me
the name of my
favourite poet
and I replied

God

She laughed
and played along
and asked me
which one of his
works was my
absolute favourite

I said it was
the one
where he
wrote her
into existence.

Nav K (via d0wntime)

(Source: some-thing-to-say, via b-itch-y)

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