I take offense to little things about myself that bother me. I don’t like when people point of my physical flaws. When it happens, theres this little girl in me, who i used to be, that just wants to cry right then and there. It bothers me when people do it as if I’m unaware of how I look. I know what I look like, I see myself everyday. I see myself better than you have ever and will ever see me. So what makes you think it’s okay to point out whats wrong with me? I’m glad you feel that way, please continue. It makes me feel wonderful about myself, asshole.

"I’m hard on myself, so I’m working on shifting perspective toward self-acceptance, with all my flaws and weaknesses."

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…"

"In truth, though, it doesn’t really matter. You could have any eyes, or nose, or hair, and you would be just the same. You would be just as interesting, just as worth knowing. Though a stranger might be more inclined to shake your hand on a business deal or sit next to you on the subway because your face is one of a good, handsome person, it’s not important. The only reason your body is relevant is because it contains who you are. You could lose so much of it without losing what is essential, and I will always be trying to get that part of you, wherever it’s hidden."

I want to write something but all I can think of is…

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"We are constantly invited to be who we are."

"I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness."

"

your kisses where sharp like knives

and you cut me open every time your lips touched mine

"

If you’re still breathing you’re the lucky ones, cause most of us are breathing through corrupted lungs. And if you’re still bleeding you’re the lucky ones, cause most of our feelings - they are dead and they are gone. 

(Source: lorddisick-inthisbitch)