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Why Dumping That Toxic Friend Is the Best Decision You Will Ever Make

“You see them blowing various issues out of proportion, causing drama with every little thing that is not convenient for them. They become toxic and you hope that things go back to what they were like at the beginning of your friendship – simple, fun, sweet. But it doesn’t change, and you begin to stop caring about this person’s every little whim or issue.”

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“Dumping” a friend can be just as bad, if not worse, than dumping a significant other. Removing someone from your life who does not bring value, positivity, and support can be difficult to stomach through. When you truly care about someone, it is easy to be a good friend. Yes, friends can do some not-so-nice things to each other, but at the end of the day, the bond of a friendship can be more powerful than even some family relationships. When you care so much about someone, but know that the relationship is one-sided, it can be the hardest thing in the world to be the one to speak up and cut them off.

It hurts so much at first. You realize that you are being used or lied to or perhaps just completely ignored by this person – unless they need you for something. You are hurting, and…

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A Letter I Wrote To Myself About Getting Fat

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Shall we talk about your body?

Your body, which used to be thinner. Which you took for granted, because it fitted into cheap, tight dresses. Your body, which took you up and down Brixton Hill, every day, twice a day, never unheralded by catcalls, the stream of men and their “Oh baby hey baby nice tits nice ass hey WHERE YOU GOING?”

Your body was a girl’s body, made from dancing and late nights and skipped dinners, of hopefulness and sleeplessness and sadness. It took care of itself, or rather, you didn’t care that it couldn’t. It wasn’t for you, and so you didn’t mind that you couldn’t always afford to feed and nurture it. The admiration of others was nourishment enough. You often went to bed feeling empty. You thought it was heartbreak. It was probably hunger.

Then your body became plump with love.

Late dinners and later breakfasts…

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24 Things You’ll Have To Get Used To When You Date A Girl With A Dog

“You know that she loves you, but you’re also comfortable and okay with the fact that she loves her dog more.”

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A girl with a dog is a different breed of woman; they are more independent, active, loyal, and have huge hearts. For them, you won’t be the center of her world, you will just join her world- the world she has with her dog. Here are 24 things that happen when you begin to date a girl with a dog:

1. On your first date, or even first conversation, there’s a good chance she will mention her dog.

2. You notice that 50-75% of her instagram is her dog; you find it cute.

3. As you get to know her, she will start sending you pictures of her dog, because, everything he does is adorable to her.

4. Her best judge of character isn’t her friends or family- it’s her dog- so, you better hope he likes you.

5. Whenever you go to her…

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To The Girl Who Thinks She Can Be Alone Forever

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You are amazing, you know that, right? You are beautiful, strong, confident, carefree, passionate, and independent, which sets you apart from the conventional chic. You are no damsel in distress and definitely not a spoiled little princess. You choose to be alone rather than to take another shot in love because you’re scared that your heart might get broken again. A lot of people keep on telling you — try to convince you, actually — to go back to the dating world and just enjoy the ride because you’ve been roaming around the independency lane for quite a while and someone needs to pull you out of there.

Don’t get me wrong; everybody needs to learn how to be independent. Having alone time is healthy, but a lifetime alone? Well, that’s a different story.

It’s great — remarkable, perhaps — that you manage to eat alone in a fine…

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The Love Letter You’ll Never Send

“But I keep hoping that somehow, that by some miracle, one day you’ll realize that I am someone you could love. I am someone who would hold your hand unexpectedly, who would laugh at all your bad jokes loudly, who would take care of you when you’re sick, who would give up everything and move across the world for you, and with you.”

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I love you ____________.

There, I said it. I wrote it down: I love you.

I know, that’s weird. But it’s true. I’m not even sure if I know exactly what love is. But I know that when I think of you, every time I think of you, my heart stops. And then it skips, and then it goes so fast, I feel faint. You make me nervous, and you make me calm, all at once. You make me want to be someone better than myself. Even though all I want is for you to think of me as enough. Just enough. 

I know that you’re not supposed to love someone that you can’t have. Someone who has told you their heart is unavailable. But here we are. And yes, I’m supposed to move on. We’re all supposed to move on because that is the sane thing…

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This Is Why I’m Guarded

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There’s a reason why my walls are built so high, and there’s a reason it will take you longer than expected to bring them down. There’s a reason why I’m guarded.

I’m guarded because I’ve been hurt before. We all have. My weakness is that I carry the pain with me as a constant reminder that it could happen again. And while this is such a cautious way to walk through life, while instead I could be wildly sprinting, the wild sprint has made me fall and trip before, and the scrapes and burns were painful. So painful that it takes a while to try and run that fast again. So I walk, and I walk carefully noticing my surroundings because I worry if I were to ever fall that hard again, I might not be able to get back up.

I’m guarded because I’m scared…

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This Is Me Admitting That I Like You

“It’s the kind of affection you always claimed to be immune to, you claimed you were better than.”

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You never see it coming. It’s the kind of infatuation that completely blindsides you, like a slap across the face that sobers you straight up from the drunken, sleepy haze you were wandering aimlessly around in. The kind of affection that comes absolutely out of nowhere with no rhyme, no reason, and no logical source of origin. One minute you’re sitting on the couch, making your beer bottles whistle and kicking each other with bare feet, the next you’re wondering what you ever did to deserve this person’s mere existence in your life.

If it were a disease it would be studied, dissected, autopsied to the end until there wasn’t even a sliver of it remaining for anyone to see without magnification. They, the proverbial “they”, would scratch their chins and marvel at it wondering how it grew and morphed into the total twitter-pation that makes you blush…

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