It’s time to stop.

Stop apologizing for being emotionally unavailable. Stop saying you’re sorry because you’re incapable of loving anyone but yourself right now. Stop making yourself feel like the bad guy for following your gut instincts. Stop allowing others to blame you for putting your own heart first. Stop letting them make you feel bad for not being interested in things that do not help you grow. Stop looking for someone else to complete you when you are already whole on your own.

And then you can start.

Start embracing it all. Start living boldly and unapologetically. Start listening to your heart and only your heart. Start saying no more often. Start pleasing yourself instead of being hung up on what others think. Start treating yourself with the same dignity and respect you give everyone else. Start loving yourself. Start refusing to settle for anything less than the best. Start thriving in your singleness. Start shaping your life into exactly what you always hoped it would be. Start creating your own happiness.

You don’t have to apologize for it. // excerpt from an unfinished book #148 (via wherewritersblockcomestodie)

hotsauce418:

Sometimes if feels like things break and there is no way to piece them back together. You wonder if people can see the cracks and the effort you put in, to pretend you are blind to these imperfections. It’s hard lying to people. It’s even harder lying to yourself. Let me tell you, despite your hard work, it doesn’t fool anyone. You don’t have to be perfect to deserve some happiness. Those cracks aren’t there because you are falling apart. You are growing, and this old shell won’t hold you. Someone out there loves you just the way you are, cracks and all. If you are surrounding yourself with people that don’t seem to act that way, those are not your people. No matter how old you are, you will constantly find yourself starting over in some way. Its lame as hell and no one prepares you properly for that adult-y crap. It’s scary to make changes.

But you, my friend, are going to be okay.

People might say lies about you, and spread rumors. There may be days when it feels like you should believe what they say. Friend, let me tell you that owning that crap will add years to your life. You know who you are. Don’t you carry around someone else’s shit. Let them handle their own baggage. You are young yet, you might just earn plenty of your own. If you do, it’s okay. Lord knows we all have some. You just have to try your best not to drag it into every new situation. It’s hard to make changes.

But you, my friend, are going to be okay.

There is no way to prepare yourself for the loss of a relationship or a friendship, or anything that matters to you. It might feel like you can’t breathe now, but that ache fades. One day, before you know it those ribs will expand, and you will exhale all that pain and all that anger. It just fades. It still pokes at the sore spots from time to time, but you can survive it. You are a survivor. I don’t know what you have going on right now, but this is one day down. You did it.  If no one has told you today, I’m proud of you.

And you, my friend, are going to be just fine.

idrelle-miocovani:

Hey you. 

Yes, you. 

I love your writing. I love your art. I love seeing the fascinating characters you’ve brought into this world, the moving stories you’re telling. I love the courage and the passion and the sheer determination you have to create something and make it yours. 

Keep doing what you’re doing. 

You’re doing good. 

I love you. ❤