Love is not supposed to be so hard. Yes, love requires compromise, and it requires change but it should not feel like it is difficult to change a few things about your life for that person.
If there is anything that is a real threat to authenticity and originality, it’s cliques. I used to think cliques were something that you leave behind in high school, but oh boy was I wrong. Cliques don’t go away.
Truly creative people do not take to public mediums to belittle the work of other artists. They channel that energy into creating art. If you do not like something, you move past it. This is out of mutual respect and creative energy of another artist.
I took this interesting lesson from watching my cats’ behaviour for a day. They are always happy, because they live in the moment. Their biggest concern is where their next meal comes from, which is usually in their bowls same time everyday. Now I recognise as humans it is so hard to live like this, but think of it this way, that thing you’re worrying about? It’s not going to go away because you’re worrying about it.
Alone and lonely are two different things. Alone means nights with my books. Alone means quiet star gazing and drinking tea drinking on my roof. Alone means hours of self aware retrospection in a coffee shop whilst scribbling poetry. But most importantly alone means not wilting into the arms of a man who may not appreciate the stars and poetry.
Never forget that little sparkle, that little child you have on the inside.
Falling out of love happens to the best of us, but the right person would not be able to fall out of love with you when you are still loving them with everything that is inside you.
That I loved myself enough to leave you, the you that balled hands into fists and abandoned me often when I needed you the most, I will always be proud that I left you. But the fact that I had taken four years to recognise the real you, the part of you that knew the exact and insidious way to use my trauma against me still makes me so angry at myself.
Hello. My name is Hollow. I live inside your soul. Under the layers and layers of skin, and tissue and muscle… all the way down where nothing and everything survives.
People’s actions are their own. We are all responsible for the way we behave with others. And the easy way out is to say “She provoked me, or he caused me to act like a horrible person.” No. We all have a choice. And the people who broke you had a choice too.