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[fromawindowsill]

Jealousy. Constant Comparison. I hang on every word said about them

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[art_saves_lives]

115 was the number I used to repeat constantly to myself. And I got extremely close. The irony is, now that it's been over a year since I was able to shake that obsession, I'm closer to it than I ever was.

And I'm happy now. Confidence is so much more satisfying than a number.

It's just... when you're able to respect yourself, everything else falls into place. It sounds so cliche, but it's the biggest truth I can offer.

[acatxnamedvirtu]

You know that I like you a tremendously enormous amount as you are.

But, do as you will, just stay true to yourself.

That's what's important.

I really like you.

<3

[anonymous]

i am pissed that i decided to "ditch" you at nationals. dumbest decision i have ever made.