In order to move on you need to acknowledge it or it may as well eat you alive.
Pushing it aside isn’t moving on.
You need to let yourself hurt, ache, scream in pain.
Punch the wall at 3 am and watch the blood fall from the bruises on your skin and realize you’re alive, yell at your neighbors for being annoyed by the noise, screw them for trying to stop you from reaching the peace you long for so badly.
Eat pizza and ice-cream until your stomach grows sick and now you can focus on another pain other than the one on your chest.
Isolate yourself from the world for as long as you need, drink, smoke, have nightmares.
Allow yourself to be immersed on a pit of self pity because you deserve it.
You deserve to feel pity for yourself because you were hurt and are still hurting.
Immerse yourself so you can fix yourself.
It doesn’t matter how long it takes.
Then rise from that pit and don’t look back.
Start doing the things you’ve always wanted to do and don’t feel bad for focusing on the one person that was and will always matter the most, yourself.
Acknowledge the pain but don’t let it get you down anymore for you are not the person you were 15 minutes ago, imagine 4 months ago.
Allow your heart to look for somebody else because sometimes the only way is to find someone that truly deserves all you have to offer.
Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting, it means letting go of something that no longer serves and deserves you.
This how to move on (kind of) - Mariana Teles Fernandes
Let him go, get him out of your head; Remember you’re not in his. Forget his birthday, his phone number, and the sweet things he said; Remember those were lies. Delete his texts, take his contact out of your phone; Remember he’s talking to all those other girls instead. Quit wishing he’ll come back, stop putting yourself down. Remember it’s not your fault; he had no good reason to leave. Just stop it, stop it all, and erase him from your past. Block out his name, ignore his texts, plug your ears when someone mentions him because trust me, you’re doing perfectly fine without him. Take every object and memory you have of him and throw it in the trash, and then maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll escape him.
there’s always gonna be things that remind you of him.
I’m sorry to say it, baby, but it doesn’t just go away. I like to tell myself I’m wrong. my head is full of thoughts and I guess I like to tell them to fuck off.
tell yourself you did the right thing. tell yourself it is going to be fine. tell yourself you belong to the stars and the sun and the moon, and you were created from nothing but light. tell yourself darkness doesn’t rest here. tell yourself you did the right thing.
I’m sorry, baby, but the ceiling isn’t your friend right now. no matter how long you search for cracks or whisper into the crevices of your bedroom walls, they’ll never answer back.
there is love in the lines of your palm. there is love in the way your eyes light up on Sundays. there is love in the words you sing, and no, you’re not a broken melody.
he doesn’t love you, I know. I know about the way yesterdays fill up your head and all you can think about is all the promises they held. I know that you’re trying you’re trying you’re trying.
and I know that you’ll write about it like a journal entry of any other day, even though it makes your head spin and your stomach lurch.
there’s always gonna be things that remind you of him. give them a new meaning. give them a new meaning.
Sometimes there are things we would much rather just forget, or at least put them out of our mind for a bit. Here’s a little spell to help with that.
Incense (Dragon’s blood is particularly good, or anything with an intense scent)
Incense holder to collect the ashes
Basil, Eucalyptus, Frankincense, Lavender, Myrrh, Sage, any combination of herbs for cleansing and purification or self acceptance or banishing. (Optional, and use any, all, or none of these listed. This part is completely up to you)
Sea Salt or Black Salt (for banishing/purifying the thought you want to forget)
Burn the incense all the way down. Think of what you are trying to forget while you inhale the scent and watch the smoke drift about. Focus on this memory. Imagine parts of the memory falling away or being destroyed as the ashes fall onto the incense holder.
Once you have this collection of ashes, in a small bowl or mortar combine the ash with whatever herbs you decide to use and salt. Mix or ground until well combined.
Step outside with the bowl of ash herbs and salt, and pour it into your hand. This is what is left of your memory. Blow the ashes away, and in doing so, imagine the ashes taking that memory with them as they scatter to the wind.
I already know that we are going to pretend that the other has never existed. I know it from the way you start replacing your promises to return with drunk kisses on my cheek. Bad choices we don’t mean are easier to forget than words. I know it from how the pain dulls. An old echo dying, killing itself over and over again every time you say my name like there is still love attached to it. I can already tell we won’t hate each other– we’ll just forget. You will look back and find that the last time we were happy, my hair was still black and everything afterwards will just blur in the peroxide. I will think of you and wonder if your birthday falls on the 4th or 14th and why that still matters; it will feel like nothing when I realize it doesn’t. Some people talk about how it hurts to remember. I wish I could tell them it feels like nothing when you forget.