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posted September 2, 2016 at 6:15pm UTC tagged with
advice, selflove, selfpreservation, toxicrelationships, quote
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a lot of my life
has been realizing that i would
cross oceans
for people who wouldn't
jump puddles for me
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if you don't love
yourself, you'll
always be
chasing after
people who don't
love you, either.
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Format by destabilise.
It starts so young, and I'm angry about that. The garbage we're taught. About love, about what's “romantic.” Look at so many of the so-called romantic figures in books and movies. Do we ever stop and think how many of them would cause serious and drastic unhappiness after The End? Why are sick and dangerous personality types so often shown as passionate and tragic and something to be longed for when those are the very ones you should run for your life from? Think about it. Heathcliff. Romeo. Don Juan. Jay Gatsby. Rochester. Mr. Darcy. From the rigid control freak in The Sound of Music to all the bad boys some woman goes running to the airport to catch in the last minute of every romantic comedy. She should let him leave. Your time is so valuable, and look at these guys– depressive and moody and violent and immature and self-centered. And what about the big daddy of them all, Prince Charming? What was his secret life? We don't know anything about him, other than he looks good and comes to the rescue.
— Deb Caletti
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i don't know if people
realize that their loss can't destroy me. I've been tossed away like garbage by the person I once imagined spending the rest of my life with, when I had stars in my eyes and the hopeful warmth of the sun in my heart. I recovered from agonizing grief that ruled my life for nearly a year after his departure from it. I realized our relationship was very problematic and always meant to be temporary. A toxin runs its destructive course through the system before being flushed out by clarity of thought that cleanses and unclouds the soul from the disorienting murk. I won't allow my newfound purity to be tainted by more unsavory relationships. My body is 65% water and make no mistake, I am not a serene lake with flowery welcoming shores softly beckoning to Sunday strollers and picnickers; I am a crashing, roaring sea in the midst of an unruly tempest, and I will swallow you whole, I will wash down the bitter aftertaste you leave until nothing remains but the briny tang of sea salt and the faint mist of memory.