Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle-jumping.
It is realizing you have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.
Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman men will hurt.
If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean, even after it has left you gasping, salty.
So forgive yourself for the decisions you’ve made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night,
And know this: know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.
Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place.
You are a woman who can build it herself.
You were born to build.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
“The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.”—Unknown (via impetrate)
As each day goes on I’m noticing more & more how much smaller my social circle is getting.
I don’t really feel lately like I have a core group of friends. And i honestly don’t bother posting on facebook anymore because I just don’t feel like anyone gives a fuck about me. It’s pathetic but my last status update was barely noticed and yet I see other friends who seems to get all the attention no matter what they do…
I guess i stopped being interesting ..or people stopped caring
Seriously. I think my boyfriend sometimes is the only person besides my family that actually cares about my life and where I’m going.
Even now my family seems more interested in what my sister is doing now that she doesn’t live here anymore …
So why the fuck do I even care? I don’t know…I guess it would just be nice to know that people worry about me, and are thinking of me. But nobody is…no one really is.
If I don’t come to something more people notice. But sometimes no one notices…so maybe if I stop going to big family functions , my extended family will be more excited to see me.
Excuse me whilst I hide away from everything..maybe I’m better off to go off the grid.