Anonymous asked:

He left. He broke my fucking heart and left me with these goddam jagged pieces and I don't know what to do with them. Why do I feel so fucking used?

thewriterandthewildflower answered:

You take the pieces and you stare at them for as long as you need to, you wallow and cry and scream at blank walls for as long as you need to, and when you’re feeling strong enough, you put the pieces back together using the strongest glue you can find on the shelves of a store and you take pride in knowing you single handedly pieced back together what he broke. Be proud of yourself when you get out of bed and have productive days and be proud of yourself when you can’t even get out of bed to brush your teeth, because either way, you’re continuing your life, even without him. Know that you are worth more than what he left you with and know that, by aching and hurting and finding it hard to breathe, you are just as human as you need to be and that is an accomplishment. Everything you’ll do until it stops hurting is an accomplishment, so be fucking proud of yourself. I’m proud of you. Your worth is greater.

College kids literally don’t care about walking in the way of cars at school because we’re like “hit me i don’t care pay my tuition.”

"Hit me my thesis is due in 12 hours and I haven’t started it"

"Hit me I have a final in an hour and I didn’t study"

"Hit me I’ve been on a 24 hour drinking binge and I’m invincible"

"Hit me. You’re a university vehicle and I’ll get free tuition."

"Hit me I feel like a failure anyway"

(via bl-ossomed)