My dentist once told me that letting go is like pulling a tooth. When it was pulled out, you’re relieved, but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it wasn’t hurting you doesn’t mean you didn’t notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain. Therefore, move on and let go.






#that’s a fucking deep dentist visit

is your dentist also your therapist?

Your dentist should quit being a dentist and become a philosopher

my dentist just tells me i need to floss more

What the actual fuck that’s great

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"My boyfriend/girlfriend won’t let me"
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What was that?
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The person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean.
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Don’t you dare call me weak because I have had the girl
I loved for three years look me
in the eyes and say she didn’t
want to fall asleep next to me ever again and my lungs did not collapse.

Don’t you dare call me weak because when she changed her mind 32 days later, I continued to sleep alone and never had nitemares.
Don’t you dare call me weak because there are drugs that I think about even in my sleep that I don’t let taste my lips anymore.

Don’t you dare call me weak because there are five sets of palms that know how fragile my wrists feel beneath their weight and I don’t let that make me shiver when someone touches me.
Don’t you dare call me weak because I have let my veins know how cold box cutter blades can feel and it took me 21 years to learn how to love myself with scars littering my flesh, but they’re healed. And so am I’m

Don’t you dare call me weak because I have been left by people who I built my life around and my eyes are still capable of lighting up like wildfires.
Don’t you dare call me weak because I have let people leave the ugliest marks on my heart and I still love with everything inside of me. I have let people drain me and I am still full.

Don’t you dare call me weak.

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Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

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A few years ago I would be reblogging this for myself. Now I am reblogging it for a friend.

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Sleeping bag sofa - the need is so mighty.