Τα αστέρια να σου ανοίγουνε τον δρόμο προς αυτήν τα τριαντάφυλλα να ρίχνουν χιλιάδες πέταλα για αυτήν το φως τού φεγγαριού να ζηλεύει την λάμψη της και εγώ ένα τόσο μικρό πράγμα μπροστά σε όλα αυτά να νιώθω συναισθήματα ισάξια όλων αυτών και περισσότερο αυτό μου είναι η αγάπη
0“You will always be okay! Money and material things come to you when you dare to trust in life’s ability to take you exactly where you need to go. When we live in fear we create tense vibrations that keep the things we long for at a distance. Worrying is praying for what we don’t want to happen. Focus on what you want, not what you fear!”
― Rachel Brathen, Yoga Girl1414 year old me: I’m going to graduate college, get engaged, be married and have all my kids before 30.
24 year old me: I hate dating, I don’t even know if I wanna be married, and who wants kids before 30?
1I don’t even ask what have I done to deserve all this pain anymore. Because I’ve accepted that to suffer is my fate. I don’t fret or complain anymore. I suffer like it is all I’ll ever do. Like it’s what all of me was destined for.
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You’ve written so many letters for him. Quotes, paragraphs. But this one is for you. Hear me out, I know it’s really hard, I do. I know it’s breaking all of you. But you have to, please, for your sake, LET HIM GO. He doesn’t want to love you. I know it destroys you but he doesn’t. It’s difficult to do something for your sake when you hate all of you. I get why you don’t let him go. After all nothing feels more like home than self destruction. And loving him is equivalent of inflicting all this pain you think you deserve. You wanna destroy yourself ? Do it. Do it all you want but not with him in the picture. Do it on your own fucking terms. Yes, he chose her. I know that broke you irreparably. You don’t know how to heal. You don’t know what to do with all that pain. Maybe you’ll learn to live with it you know? Like you did with other things that broke you. Maybe it will always hurt. I don’t know. You think you can live like this but you can’t. Can’t you see, it’s eating you up from the inside, cell by cell. There’s barely any of you left. Can’t stop loving him? Don’t. Learn to love him from a distance. But you have to try. You gotta try for me now? Please, I’m begging you, you have to. Okay?
— a letter to myself
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