this could be a fake, and yet we all know it’s true.
I dated a callous, cruel jerk. I dated a complete jerk with streaks of evil in his cold blood who cheated on me, lied to me, and ultimately broke my heart. Then I met you and you are an angel in my life because you’ve restored my sense of joy and self-respect after so much abuse and sadness. You found me and I was beaten down and scared like a wounded dog on the run from wolves. You rescued me from a monster.
I’m laying next to you in bed right now in the quiet darkness of this sanctuary you’ve provided me. And I’m thinking of him. I’m thinking of that monster that will forever be under my bed. Our bed.
And I miss him.
from heartiste’s twitter.






The feminine yearning for self consumption in 125 words. Brilliant.
What does that tell us about their self esteem?