done with that 

or years.. 

I’m tired of...

the yelling the fighting  the relationship strains the tear stained cheeks  the feeling of rejection  the feeling of unwanted  the feeling that maybe if I wasn’t born this wouldn’t have happened  the anger that rots my bones every time you talk over me  the trying to figure out if you love me or not  the ownership over brokenness that was never my fault the way I assume everyone is a liar, just like you  the secrets a child should never know  the feeling like a bargaining chip between my parents  the falling through the cracks that happens when mom is too busy trying to get dad back...  the flinching anytime someone gets in a fight  the worry that no matter how hard I love it just won’t be enough  the way you use me as your spouse  the going in between  the trips to two houses  the widespread division that will forever separate family  the overwhelming selfishness  the denial of my needs the one day it will get better bullshit people tell me  the looks on other peoples faces when I say my parents are divorced the apologies that shortly follow....  the infuriating reality that even when the divorce is final, my pain won’t be  the way every holiday, birthday, life event will cause an irreplaceable nervousness in my soul  the way I wish I had a dad  the way I wish I had a mom  like all my friends 

Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

C. S. Lewis (via joon525)

It’s better to have nobody than somebody who is half there, or doesn’t want to be there, or is there and then disappears.

Angelina Jolie, Vanity Fair, September 2005 (via homicidalbrunette)

You can just feel the irony

Girls with broken families don’t believe in love.

(via rikiusnow)

to all of you lovely human beings out there whose dad left them, has hurt them, or has never been what you need - you are not a reflection of those who can’t love you. you are wonderful, even if he doesn’t see it. please be kind to yourself today.

It is when I look away from myself to Christ that I find my assurance.

Alistair Begg (via kissthewave)

Dang.

I want to be that skinny. I want to feel my collar bones. I want shoulder blades and a pointed nose. I want to be beautiful. Ugh. I hate my stupid sinful soul. I hate that the desire I have to be beautiful is greater at times than my desire to know Christ, who is beauty. I hate it.