You won’t know when a girl is guarded, not initially at least. “Guarded” won’t be the word that comes to mind. You’ll think she’s independent and confident. Driven and seemingly content.
I don’t know what “casual dating” is. Do you? I guess the only idea I’ve ever had of it is steak dinners and goodnight half-kisses in 90s rom coms, and that’s even a stretch.
I could not tell you exactly how far into the Marin Headlands I was when I realized that my maps app couldn’t get me back. I just knew it was far.
When sunlight shines through the trees, the interplay between light and leaves. When you’re with your friends and decide “who is who” in a show or movie you all watch and then laugh hysterically about how “them” that character is behaving.
You’ve lost relationships.
If we could see souls instead of bodies, what would be beautiful? What is the first thing people would know about you? What would you be most afraid of them seeing? Who would you impress? Who would you love?
Hate yourself for still caring about the person you aren’t supposed to care about anymore. Shame yourself until you’re completely suppressing everything you feel.
What would you stand for if you knew that nobody would judge you?
Being creative is as innate to being human as eating, talking, walking and thinking is.
But we avoid feeling anything because we have more or less been taught that our feelings have lives of their own. That they’ll carry on forever if we give them even a moment of our awareness.