To the boy who cheated and regrets his actions (a letter I’ll never send)

mnicoleloves:

I first off want to say, I know how long it has taken you to get to the point where you fully understand who you lost. I am glad you now understand what it is that you took for granted. I am glad you now know what I deserve. I also want to tell you that not only did you ruin the relationship we built, you also put my health in danger and that is not something I think I will ever be able to forgive. I want you to know that I have however, forgiven you for your actions, but that doesn’t mean that I will ever forget what you did to me. Instead I want to thank you. 

Thank you for showing me what true love isn’t. I hope one day I will find a man who will love me with a love that is true and kind and whole. Thank you for showing me that I should never put a man before God. I compromised on almost everything that I stood for. And I know that says things about me as well, but you knew I was compromising and you didn’t care. Thank you for showing me just how much I can take and when to walk away. I now know when to say no and when to walk away from a bad situation. I know that I am strong enough to walk away. Thank you for not caring. I now know what it looks like when someone doesn’t care, I hope to learn what it looks like when someone does care. Thank you for giving me my freedom. Each time you reach out it only furthers my freedom, it furthers my knowledge of not wanting you to be apart of my life ever again. Thank you. 


I still have your shirt.
It’s stuck somewhere between fuck you and come back.
hidden in the pits of my closet so I can’t see it.
Somedays I even forget it there,
kind’ve like that wrapper in my car.
But yes, I still have your shirt.
It’s been unwashed,
untouched,
for months.
I keep it as a reminder of happy times,
but I also keep it because I’m torn between burning it in a fire or slicing it up on a day that I get pissed off about something much greater than you.
I’m still undecided, and that’s where it’ll stay until I make up my mind.
I keep it for the opportunity.
the possibility of destroying it.
Kind’ve crazy huh?
That was your favorite word to describe me, too.
Like “crazy bitch” and “crazy cunt”.
I preferred crazy beautiful,
but you take what you can get.
A couple months ago you told me you wanted your shirt back.
and I told you yes, if I could have my necklace back, as well.
You said you would give it to me after you got your goddamn shirt and to trust you.
But trusting you is what got me into this situation.
So I’ll keep your shirt.
I’ll keep it hidden in the back of my closet along with all the other shit I no longer love.
things that keep me up at night, a.r.w (via skinfilledthoughts)

kunaigirl:

Just a few positive edits I made for myself since I’ve been having a bit of a rough time lately. Feel free to like/reblog/use if you want! Always remember that you’re not alone. 


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pauljpeg:

every time i say “that’ll do” i think in my head “that’ll do donkey, that’ll do” why does shrek ruin everything in my life

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