forgetting

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.
—  Unknown
Acknowledge it.
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
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.
—  but for now, i’ll stay reminded. // r.e.s