I Keep Thinking That Maybe Someday You’ll Fall In Love With Me. That Maybe I’ll Say Or Do Something

“you don’t know how much you really love the boy. not until you have to make him meet you mother. the prangs of worry that make you shiver and the negative thoughts that make you anxious make you realise, oh shit i really want mom to like him. how much your mom’s approval about him means to me. and it’s then you understand how much you love him. how badly you want to end up with him. how you are unconsciously yet madly in love with his soft black curls and devilish smile.”

— I didn’t know i loved you as much as I did, at-least not until you had to meet my mom//nikitaguptaa

Just a reminder, that no matter what you read on tumblr:

Losing weight is hard

Changing your lifestyle or fitness levels is hard

You will make mistakes

You will learn a lot about yourself and those around you

Its OK and normal to be scared that you will fail - lets talk about it

Its OK to be honest about your fears - lets talk about it

Don’t be afraid to change your method or direction if its not working

You don’t have to pretend your journey is easy to make your followers happy Be humble. Love yourself. 

and when he looks at me, fuck, i just lose it every time.

12:34 (via heartacxe)

It takes 21 days to form a habit.

21 of struggle

21 days of hardships

21 days of pain

21 days of sadness

21 days of crying

21 days of aching

21 days of tiredness

It takes 21 days to change everything.

In only 21 days you can be a better person

21 days to reach your ugw

21 days to get back on track

21 to live a healthier life style

In only 21 days we will be okay

Youre mindset can change

With just 21 days youre year will be saved

Know I’m with you

You can do this, okay

Just survive those 21 days.

🌸❤💕🌼🌹🔆

abusers be like “if you loved me you’d let me invade your boundaries and make you feel like shit if that makes me happy”

eating isn’t shameful. you aren’t ugly just because you’ve gained weight. calories are necessary. treating yourself is okay. please take care of yourself. your body loves you and depends on you to help it function properly.

You know what? Not liking my body will not stop me from taking care of myself. I will paint my nails regardless of my chubby fingers and I will put on a face mask even if my face is round like a ball.

Maybe I don‘t like what i see in the mirror, maybe I never will, but taking those little baby steps always make me feel better about myself, they feel like I actually use my potential, and I won‘t let my negative body image take that away from me.

“Waking up with your heart broken from the night before is probably the worse feeling I have ever experienced.”

-I dont wanna go on.

this happened with my fp multiple times and I felt foolish afterwards for how I had internally reacted. can any of my bpd peers relate??

He did not say hello to me, why didn’t he say hello? He always says hello, every day, but he did not today. My mind whirls, panic rises within me.

He is leaving me, he hates me. Why didn’t he say hello? Talk to me! Talk to me! Pay attention to me, please do not ignore me!

He does not care for me anymore, he has not said anything to me. It is like a crashing wave, knocking me down, barely able to breathe.

He is abandoning you.

The words that weigh me down like a thousand rocks on top of my body crumbles me to pieces and I rush to leave him first before he can utter the terrifying words and leave me. My defense rises; intense anger and distress engulfs my body.

Trying so hard to ignore the negative voice in my head, I try to recall all the times he had talked to me, reassured me, made me feel so happy like I had been flying and soaring with nothing stopping me. But my memory is blank, and it feels cold and rotten. There is no warmth, and it feels as if those glorious and assuring memories never happened. It has always been barren and dark.

I do not look at him, I do not talk to him.

He deserves this. He did not say anything you, he hates you.

The words creep into my brain like an evil ghost whispering words into my ear, making me believe them. My teeth grind together, the tears well up in my eyes as I realize that I have lost him for what seems like the millionth time.

“Hey.”

My heart leaps, and I feel whole again.

He talked to me! He loves me! Why did I hate him again? He is not leaving me! I have never been upset in my life.

It continues. He talks to me, I feel happy and amazing. He ignores me, and I crumble and fall, retreating into the shadows and telling myself that he does not need me, and that he hates me. I idealize suicide, because it seems better than being abandoned the person who has stolen my fragile heart and soul.