Broken Bone(s) The Day of the Forty-Four Sunsets
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The Day of the Forty-Four Sunsets

"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"
But the little prince made no reply.

I think a huge mistake we make is not allowing ourselves to feel. Whenever I’m driving in my car and a memory pops into my head that forms a lump in my throat my first instinct is to immediately shut it away. But I try to force myself to feel it, the loss. I let myself cry and slam my fists into the steering wheel because I know my mind needs my body. Sometimes the spaces in our head aren’t big enough for the pain we feel and it’s our bodies job to set it free.

He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.

I really want you to see this, and just understand. (via daizzle)

(via peruvian-diego)

Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.

steadypickingmyfro:

damnnlyssa:

if you fucked with crash then you know the anxiety these levels created

Mane