1. If you like someone, wait.
  2. Give lots of compliments, even if you’re shy. Everyone else is too.
  3. Change. Get a haircut, try new perfume, get new sheets. Become better than you were before.
  4. Eat healthier. Learn to cook something fancy.
  5. Get up earlier and watch the sun come up.
  6. Wear soft clothes, take a bath, drink something warm.
  7. Meet someone new, even just a friend.
  8. Become closer with your friends and your family. Call your mother. Cry with your best friend. Tell everyone how much you appreciate them.
  9. Keep your room clean. Buy some candles. Let the natural light in.
  10. Make a list of reasons why you’ll be better off without them. Believe they are true, because they are.
  11. Listen to new music.
  12. Write everything you’re thinking and feeling. Write letters. Write happy letters, sad letters, and angry letters, even if you’re never going to send them.
  13. It’s okay to be sad, but not forever. Sadness is not as beautiful as music makes it seem. Lack of sleep makes your eyes droopy, not deep. Wake up every morning and tell yourself you’re going to have a good day.
  14. Go to the library. Don’t forget to look in the music section.
  15. Remove them from your life. Get rid of the things they gave you if they make you sad. They’re not worth it. You will never be happy if you continue to hold on to the things that make you sad.
  16. Make new memories.
  17. Try to find something to appreciate in everything you do or experience.
  18. Being alone is okay, you don’t have to surround yourself with people.
  19. Become your own best friend. Buy yourself coffee and drink it alone in a cafe. Take your time.
  20. Learn to love every bit of yourself.
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guystud:

*has a bag of sour gummy worms* hey you want one *you go to grab a blue-red one* *I immediately stop you* no not that one

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archive all of our memories like they matter,
like we mattered.
you and I both know the way a hurricane still destroys after
it is over.
you and I both know the way the phone rings when it isn’t ringing at all.

Tell me, do you remember?
do you remember the way my hands trembled?
do you remember the way my body slouched away from you when you
kissed me?
did it matter at all?

I took up painting after we parted and I don’t quite know how to tell you this,
but my self portrait looked like you
and I don’t know what this means,
but I know I will always be the one leaving from now on.

we can lose everyone in our lives and still relearn the way the bed feels…
cold.

If I cannot remember what my own hands feel like
what my hair smells like
what my eyes look like
how my thighs feel, clothed,
then who am I?
I was always yours.
I was always his.
I was always theirs.

I lost myself, but this time I am mine.

archive all of our memories like they matter,
like we mattered.
you and I both know the way a hurricane still destroys after
it is over.
you and I both know the way the phone rings when it isn’t ringing at all.

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