I want to thank you. For the moments you did not give a fuck about me. It showed me how to care for my self. It showed me that I, too, deserved better.

Love is not hard. People are hard. Hard to understand. Hard to hold on to. Hard to let go of. Hard to forget. And hard to love.

Some things you just can’t control. Like who your heart choose to love.

You’re not the opinion of someone who doesn’t know you.

Your tribe is filled with the ones who see you hit bottom and stay to hold your hand until you climb back to the top of yourself again.

When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person that walked in. That’s what the storm is all about.

They aren’t thinking about you. They never were. They were projecting themselves onto you. It isn’t personal, and it’s not yours to mend. Remember this and be free. It’s your time now.

Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress. Working hard for something we love is called passion.

I hope one day you find a love so genuine and true, it makes you forget everyone in this world who never loved you right.

The ability to identify your own toxicity is not only a sign of strength but also an indication of maturity.