He will never respect you. Why should he though? You don’t even respect yourself. You allow him to go out, fuck around, make you look like a damn fool then a few months later hes back in your arms. It don’t matter how much he says he loves you, he still talking to those other girls. It don’t matter if he tells you he misses you, he’s still flirting with those other girls, it don’t matter if he calls you every night because every night another girl is getting a text message saying goodnight. You may love him, but he can never love you properly until you learn to love & respect yourself. How you gunna call yourself a woman when you still allowing this man to treat you like a girl? There’s a difference. Woman is a title of empowerment, endearment. Don’t ruin this word by putting yourself as the wrong type of representation for it. Stop claiming to be something you’re not and work to be something even better. Stop looking like a idiot for him. Stop wasting your time for him, because I can guarantee you the moment you take that step away he will have a replacement so quick. Know your worth girl.


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me: i’m gonna live my life to the fullest!
me: watches 17 episodes of a tv series in a row


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there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me

it’s called the throne

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Brown skinned women are so pretty.

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This little rant described the way I look at religion perfectly.

ESPECIALLY what she said in the last two photos 

Can’t stand organised religion

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Quote Lounge


Quote Lounge

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Everything Love


Everything Love

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I want a girl who gets excited to talk to me. A girl who saves stories throughout the day just to tell them to me later. I want someone who texts me every morning to tell me to have a good day, even if I’ve been up at school for 3 hours already. I just want someone who acts like they care. Because I haven’t been getting much of that lately, and when people ask what’s wrong, I don’t know what to say. “I don’t feel loved?” “I don’t feel like I’m being fought for or given the effort i deserve?” It seems to petty to say out loud. i just want to feel excited to talk to someone. I want passion, and I don’t have it.
what the fuck happened. // touchmykat (via hefuckin)
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Everything Love


Everything Love

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Malcolm X (May 5, 1962)

 in Los Angeles

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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami (via hqlines)

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Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
Lauren Oliver  (via anangelishaa)
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