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"Love yourself everyday!"
"Once you know who you are, you cannot but love yourself, effortlessly without doing anything. how do you come to know who you are? by being willing to be wrong about who you think you are. as soon as you are willing to be wrong about all of it, you make room for you to present itself. i love myself, my compassion for all humanity, my selflessness, my total willingness to do anything to end the suffering for all humanity. i love my purity and holiness. because i know that to be who i am. i do not have airs about any of this. i know we are all equally holy, some of us just don't know it yet, therefore do not act accordingly yet. i just live my life simply and fully. real self-love means the love of the real self. loving the false identity is only narcissistic love. most people do things that feed this self-indulgent false self. we have to transfer our identity to our true self which does not think about ourself, but rather thinks about all the parts of the totality of who we are, namely all of humanity. that is not hard, because it is really who we are. the little selfish me is the ego self, and that is hard to love, but it is not real, so it is best shed rather than loved."
 
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secretlyloved:
Girls aren’t going to talk first. It’s a girl thing. We don’t like
Starting the conversation because We like to feel like you want to talk to us.
We like to feel like the wait was worth something. We like feeling like you’ve waited
For us like we’ve waited for you. But the number one reason We hate talking first is because We hate to seem needy or clingy. That’s why we’re scared.
To us, being needy & Obsessive just pushes guys away. & no girls wants that.
secretlyloved:
It takes a real man to handle you, embrace your imperfections, tell you the truth
no matter how brutal it is, never give up on you no matter how hard it is, pleasure
you, treat you like you’re the only one, and give up the game.
secretlyloved:
I remember all the late night talks and all the words I was comfortable saying to him, but I never would have been able to say to anyone else. I remember all the songs that take me back and make me smile. I remember all the moments he took my breath away. I remember the games we played because we couldn’t think of anything to say. I miss him so much.
I wear my heart on my tights.
At times I wish I could change the past, but sometimes the past changes you…
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