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inxanotherlife · 3 months
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inxanotherlife · 4 months
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inxanotherlife · 6 months
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Maybe, all you need is some stargazing in a summernight with the love of your life
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inxanotherlife · 8 months
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I am teaching myself how to be kinder to myself by reframing my language. Instead of berating myself when I do not succeed at something, I remind myself that this was a lesson not a failure. Instead of putting myself down in crowds of people, I listen more to those around me and only add something when I feel ready to speak more kindly both towards myself and others. Instead of hating the younger version of myself, I remind myself that I did the best I could with what I was given. Self love is a daily practice. And it is not linear at all.
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inxanotherlife · 1 year
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inxanotherlife · 1 year
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i love crying in front of a mirror i am both audience and performer i am narrator and narrated this is a self referential tragicomedy and i should start a youtube channel
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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I thought about you again today, because something reminded me of you. And I imagined the version of you I was crazy about. A wave of sadness washed over me, remembering. I think no matter how much time has passed, you’ll always be the one that will never quite entirely leave my heart. I thought about you again today. And the memory of you is lingering. Because no matter how hard I try to convince myself otherwise, I really, really would have loved to spend my life with you.
c / by your side
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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i don’t know where to place my love if it can not be with you pt1
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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me: it is what it is
my brain: lmao you're sooo gonna cry about it tonight
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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okay, i've had enough character development. now i want happiness and a stable relationship
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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You know what sounds kinda sexy? No one hurting my feelings ever again
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inxanotherlife · 2 years
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to the heartbroken & betrayed (me)
as you sit there with an aching heart, your stomach in knots and your eyes full of tears ready to fall at anytime - i hope you can see the beauty in your hurt.
i hope you can see how beautiful it was to be genuine and to be authentic, and to be able to be vulnerable with someone and open up and experience the sensations of falling in love. - and even though it didn't end the way we thought it was going to, i hope you found joy and laughter in the smallest of moments. i hope the sun felt a little warmer on your skin as you woke up in the morning with him, your smile was a little bigger and heart a little fuller. i hope your first sip of coffee in the morning tastes like the start of a new day - (you made it through another day) and i hope you can still wake up one morning and your heart feels a little lighter, the sun feels a little warmer and your smile is a little bigger; even without him.
i can't wait until one day you can wake up and not feel your heart ache whenever his name crosses your mind. i can't wait until one day you don't wake up or go to bed with the flashbacks playing over and over and over and over again.
.. but until then, i hope you know i am so proud of you for being so strong and not letting this make you bitter.
we all want the same thing, to love and be loved and it's a hard pill to swallow, when you're not enough. - september 29, 2022. 10:31pm
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