demi lovato m

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

harry is the light of my life 

Demi Lovato sharing the results of her own DNA test and being like, *woah cool I’m 1% African. I totally didn’t know that* is not problematic and if you think it is please chill. She’s not claiming to be black or trying to make some grand generalization. She’s just curious about her background since she knew she has blood from a lot of places but has been trying to learn about it in recent years. And by the way her birth father, who was mentally ill, compulsively lied to her about it so it’s taken until now, in the years after his death, to figure it out. Stop erasing her Native American/Latina background and let her live?!

After the tumultuous past few years, 2017 is gonna be such a year for Demi. She’s five years sober today and has grown into an amazing woman. She performed at the Grammys as a nominee for the first time. She’s absolutely killed every red carpet look she’s worn. She’s started fresh with a new partner but she has not let anything stop her. She is glowing. She’s making music and finding herself and her sound and she will be unstoppable.

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.