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me: *sees a heart shape*
me, blacking out and slamming reblog at the speed of sound: ♡!!!
its been 80 years since ive been on here ..
me: look at that dog!
me: look at the moon!
me: look at that cloud!
me: look at the sunset!
me: look at that tree!
me: look at those flowers!
me: look at that leaf!
The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard is you telling me you love me.
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it’s so weird that i never heard anybody talk about this, but… one of the things you will notice when you start recovering is that your old coping mechanisms will stop working. they might even start hurting. which is absolutely scary, and you might even find yourself being nostalgic for worse times when you could still give into those impulses and feel the pain ease off for a while. but they stop working because you are healing. take a deep breath. see how far you’ve come. you’ll go much further yet. be proud of yourself.
the most accurate
when someone loves you - really loves you - treat them gently. text your best friend back when you can. tell your mother you noticed her haircut and that she was right about that recipe. tell your grandfather that the boats in his bottles are the best things you’ve ever seen. be good to the people who are good to you. it’s the least you can do.
This post makes me feel warm :)
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