Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
it’s hard to figure out how to feel. am i in love with you? am i in love with the idea of you? is it just that our relationship is one like soulmates? or are we just best fucking friends forever?
at this point, i know i want you. in fact, you know i want you too. it’s a tough position, especially when i really would like to explore a physical relationship with you.
there’s something about you, something that just draws me in. i’m automatically attracted to you. you are beautiful. you are a gorgeous person, inside and out.
i fucking love you. i would do anything for you, and you know that.
what really sucks, is how we had a whole discussion about how close we are and how much our friendship/relationship means to each other. i was fucking crying. then later that night you have to go and cut yourself until you’ve fucking bled out all over the damn shower. it’s not like i can even stop you, it takes him to stop you. i just don’t get it.
I wish I was better able to put most of what I’m feeling into words, you know?
Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chose to dwell in a place you cannot see.
Rumi (via dirtcrumbgoddess)
We must show humanity, warmth towards others. People need each other. It is human contact that we need now. We can all do this.
Norwegian Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg (via buffythebamfireslayer)
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Veronica A. Shoffstall (via fairylullaby)
Learn to look within yourself for appreciation and acceptance and give yourself permission to seek a better and more fulfilling life every day. It is not in how others treat you that can make a difference in your life, but it is in how you treat yourself.
Unknown (via creatingaquietmind)
“It is always painful to part from people whom one has known for a very brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.”
— Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest