Dazai: I’d like to plead guilty and request the death penalty.
Judge: This is a hearing for a parking ticket.
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If I could do my first love over again, I’d learn how to look in mirrors. Press my palms against cold glass eyes until I saw that my reflection was beautiful. I would take myself on dates because sometimes being alone is the best way to get to know yourself– sometimes it is good to know that I can exist without anybody else. I would throw myself a compliment every day, not to inflate my ego but to set it in place because I should be allowed to feel good about myself. I would ask if I am okay at the end of every day, hold myself tight if the answer is no and let myself cry if I have to. I would let myself wander in my own thoughts, never push for more, let everything go at its own pace because I am a growing human and the only enemy to change is an iron grasp on passing yesterdays and I don’t want to make the mistake of letting a stranger take their place inside of me. I would make promises to be better and I would see them through– these scars will be reminders of tough times but I won’t confuse them for weaknesses; every relationship has its rocks and I am climbing to the tops of mine. If I could reteach myself how to love, I would start with the person I should have loved first: me.
rethinking my first love /// ink-trails (via thesocietyofpoets)
“You have my permission not to love me; I am a cathedral of deadbolts and I’d rather burn myself down than change the locks.”
— Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart” (via feellng)
In a perfect world- you’d learn how to love me, and I’d learn how to let go of the things that didn’t.
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