siempre pienso en esos pequeños momentos… en dormir con las sábanas recién cambiadas… comer una comida que me gusta… llegar a casa y ver un capítulo nuevo… terminar un libro… el olor a mar… la lluvia en verano… el sol en invierno… cuando la luna se ve grande y bonita
whenever i feel overwhelmed by the thought of not doing or being good enough i think back to a quote that was like “if u show up in whatever way u are able to show up, i promise there will always be somebody who was glad u did, even if that person is just u” and it means a lot
The most painful truth you will ever face is that nobody has hurt you more than you have hurt yourself
but you will never heal until you admit how cruel you have been to yourself.
Most times, it's not usually in a loud, dramatic way, but in the quiet, terrifying ways you ruin beautiful things.
The way you push people away just to see if they will fight for you.
The way you replay old hurts until they become your only identity.
The way you allow yourself to be treated like an option because you are terrified of being alone.
You cannot grow if you keep pretending you are just a victim of circumstance.
You have to look in the mirror and realize that the person hurting you the most... is You.