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You have to love yourself enough to not tolerate disrespect, disloyalty, and wishy washy feelings. If a person doesn’t value you, move on.

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    “Imagine there’s billion of people sitting around thinking that life shouldn’t happen this way. Holding their own worlds inside their minds. Creating an imagination of how good life must be. And then there’s another billion walking throughout the day—working hard just to survive and sleep their exhaustion at night. People who did a cycle they love—and secretly hate at the same time. But I know you’re thinking that there’s still another billion of people looking for love. Who never surrender on finding and hoping for a romantic relationship that would lasts. People who keep on pushing themselves up just to reach a dream they always wanted from the very start. There’s also billion of people who are still wondering what they want in life. People who are still trying to figure out which way should they cross. And which place they are going to call home. Billion of people are loving each other. Sharing moments and making memories they want to remember later on. People who already found someone who they can share their secrets forever. You see, I am not sure what another billion of people is doing now. Maybe they are asleep and dreaming their hearts out. Maybe they are awake—wondering why happiness doesn’t come at their doors. Maybe they are out there, confused of what they should really do. And so the last billion—the people who will tell you a lot of things about their experiences. People who can tell you what truly it feels to live, and to die even if you’re still breathing. People who never get tired of telling their stories even if other people think nobody are listening. People who will tell you the wrong things you shouldn’t do, and remind you of the right things you should do. Yet in the end they will end up telling you that you make your own story, so do whatever it is that feels right for you. I don’t know exactly how many people are here. But I am sure that each— billion—has different stories—to tell , and has the same lessons for them—to share.”

    ma.c.a /<>/ I counted all the feelings, And it was not accura<>te

    And someone in her position — which is, like, on another level — I can’t imagine how many times she’s been let down by people, or gotten disappointed by friends who were just using her, or people who just wanted to be friends with Taylor Swift or whatever. I’m happy to be there for her as a person. Like, ‘Even when it’s not popular, I’ve got you. I’m, like, your real friend.’ With the Scooter thing, I one-hundred-percent feel her frustration. An artist of her caliber just being F–ed over like that, and not being able to have her masters? That sucks. It’s heartbreaking for her. And I do believe a lot of the systems in place for the music industry are kind of … messed up. When you think about how artists have to slave to make these things, and then you don’t own them, that is kind of a ridiculous concept.

    — Camila Cabello about Taylor Swift - Variety (2019)

    “After a sleepless night of staring at my wall and trying not to scream, You would think that the bloody sunrise would seem like something out of a dream. But the daylight leaks into my room, streaks of sunlight across my floor, And I’m scared for the day that I won’t be able to make it out of bed anymore. Because it’s a progression you know, it just doesn’t happen in one night, It starts off with some sadness and then I can’t remember how it feels to be alright. And then there’s all of the unhealthy ways to try ending my deafening thoughts, Like dangerous drinking in an attempt to drown all of my sorrows with shots. And Jesus it scares me because who did I even used to be? Who was I a few years ago, who is that person who was so carefree? I think one day I’ll be able to sleep and not be terrified of the morning, And that the setting sun won’t feel like some kind of warning. The sunrise won’t burn so bright that it hurts my eyes, And the night won’t suffocate me and I can enjoy the stars in the skies.”

    — B.V.// Blood Red Sunrise (via fivecupsocoffee)