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every wound no matter how slight should receive proper care, care of minor wounds (1933)
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Lovecore but it's me loving myself
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I talked to my mom and felt so much better…
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🧚♀️ I will be someone I like in 2024 🧚♀️
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"I don't like it when people say, 'You look young.' We put value on everything that has age except on ourselves—cognac, wine, cheese, cars. But when it comes to ourselves [we ask], 'Do I look young?' No! You look like a grown ass beautiful woman! You probably look better now than you did back then."
— Lenard McKelvey with Claudia Jordan on May 8th, 2023
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frankly, losing me will be one of your biggest regrets. you hurt me over and over and forgiving you so many times was my fault. I sort of did it to myself. you only cared for yourself. and although I would have done anything for you… that didn’t make a difference. I lost myself trying to help you find yourself. I don’t regret being your own personal rehab, but I regret letting you treat me that way. goodbye. and please don’t come back. even if you say you’re sorry.
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happier. 🤍
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endlessly yearning is exhausting
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Urgh. So bored of self-loathing!
I mean I know I’m awesome. I know I’m cute. I know I’m funny. I know I’m intelligent.
So why don’t I love myself? I love all of these traits in other people!
Anyone tried meditation to get out of your own head for a while?
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I don’t know who broke my heart first. Something inside me tells me it was me. Now . . . I don’t know what to do with that information.
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Reading was my outlet until High School made it mandatory.
History was my first love until I was told it was useless in the ‘real world’
Writing…I’ve spent so much of my life avoiding writing because of my fear of other people’s perception that now I’m afraid I can’t write anymore. I love the concept of writing. I’m intoxicated by the dream of someone receiving the written words from my head and feeling a connection to the ideas, stories and even the knowledge I have.
I want to blend my childhood into my adulthood and live my life to the fullest before I’m too old to care anymore.
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If I could go back in time, I’d give myself the hard truths of life in bite-sized pieces. I’d hold myself tight when she’d try to fall apart. We’d pick up the pieces of ourself together. But I can’t go back in time. So here and now, I pick up the pieces of myself long forgotten and selfishly wish I wasn’t so alone.
- I have to hold myself together
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