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I view my sadness as my own being. I feel like I am many fragmented bits and most of them is just consumed in sadness.

i express my sadness by seeking out the like feeling in other places, i view my sadness is shows that make me sad, in movies that make me sad, in songs that make me sad, in books that make me cry, in people that upset me


fr3ight-train:

acutelesbian:

fat-thin-skinny:

acutelesbian:

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

this fucks me up every single time

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now


repulsivelies:

Ayu no monogatari taught me that it’s never to late too change. No matter what circumstance. Sometimes when we find life meaningless, there’ll be more of it, and when we find a purpose to stay alive for and fight for, we realize it’s too late. Just.. everything about this Manga is so beautiful words cannot describe my affection.


It was toxic. Our relationship was toxic. We loved each other but it was a constant back and forth from bliss to pain and pain to bliss. We couldn’t be the people who we wanted to be. We were too tied up to each other. It didn’t help that we also had to hide from everyone. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. It was suffocating. Our love was real but maybe, it was just not the right time. We needed to love ourselves first. Maybe, one day, we will meet again and never let each other go.


strangelykatie:
“I made a rough comic about the feelings I’ve come to while navigating my anxiety this year. “Hold on” seems like a more realistic goal than “get better”. It’s a small, strong thing to think about.
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strangelykatie:

I made a rough comic about the feelings I’ve come to while navigating my anxiety this year. “Hold on” seems like a more realistic goal than “get better”. It’s a small, strong thing to think about.


do-as-youre-told:

stimmyabby:

Sometimes people use “respect” to mean “treating someone like a person” and sometimes they use “respect” to mean “treating someone like an authority”

and sometimes people who are used to being treated like an authority say “if you won’t respect me I won’t respect you” and they mean “if you won’t treat me like an authority I won’t treat you like a person”

and they think they’re being fair but they aren’t, and it’s not okay.

This is so well put I am stunned


That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

read that, again.  (via fridaynights-citylights)

Whoa

(via kiki-kismet)


If you only write when inspired, you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist.

Neil Gaiman (via feellng)

I think that sometimes love gets in the way of itself - you know, love interrupts itself. We want things so much that we sabotage them.


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