“Flint, Michigan. Ugly, the water will kill you, and everyone’s on heroin.”
“Manila, Philippines. It is like everything imagined in some dystopian novel in real life.”
My mother taught me how rare unconditional love is.
Speak up, woman.
If you see a broken soul just hold her.
Be a hero and rescue yourself.
All I know is that I want to quit you, I want to quit this game, but then I see your face and all my logic goes out the window. I see your smile and all my strength leaves my body. I wish I knew how to quit you. If I could, I would.
Please don’t mistaken lust for love. Because it’s only going to end in pain and a hurting heart. It’s only going to end in an ending. Because lust is almost always going to be short lived. It’s just a chemical reaction. It’s not a promise of forever. It’s not real.
It’s weird what sticks with us. I fell in love with Jesus at rock bottom.
Your parents like her. She is quiet, unsuspecting, pretty, and doesn’t talk about money, jobs, or her strange family. You two don’t text excessively and it doesn’t bother her. You hang out most weeknights and some weekends. I try to rid myself of the parts of me that I have assigned the blame of losing you.
Sometimes I wish people knew what I mean when I say I’m fine. I wish they’d dig deeper. My voice says “I’m fine,” and though I give a weak smile, my face must give some indication I’m lying.
Every so-called ‘heartbreak’ was better for me, I was being saved from something malicious or someone manipulative. Every heartbreak was a wake-up call that I needed to change something about myself to be a better person.
I’m sorry that my anxiety makes it difficult to make plans with me. I’m sorry that my anxiety stops me from being as open with you as I wish I could be. I’m sorry that my anxiety has put up this invisible barrier between us.
This finding highlights part of what makes being a woman so terrifying — that we not only have to fear the strangers in dark alleyways, but also the people we trust the most in broad daylight.
You control your happiness. At the end of the day, we have all the control. We decide who and what we put up with. We decide how hard to work and what we attempt.
Why was I taken here?
Why was I taken behind this alley in the dark?
Why did they drug me?
Why is this happening?
This is as equally devastating for you as is it for me, but we just can’t be together. Art is driving us apart—and by art I specifically mean mine, because I can’t remember what you told me you did, but I’m an architect. I just need to focus on my craft. And also sleep with other people.
Change will happen regardless. But when you start being changed by your partner and no longer recognize who you are, that is a problem.
If there was a parallel universe somewhere out there. A place where we could be possibly be together- I would cherish every inch of your body and every atom of your soul.
“It’s 50% ‘this is amazing, she’s so hot’ and then it’s 50% ‘don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum.'”
Girls want someone who turns them on with a hug from behind and a kiss on the neck.
Except I’m allowed to dream about the possibilities of what we could be without that triggering your fear of commitment.
It’s like everything you once thought was reality becomes this painted lie.
A relationship is all about give and take but in the end—you both deserve to have the opportunity to pursue your dreams. You should be encouraging each other, not resenting each other for feeling held back.
You should go for it. Don’t give so much power to whatever it is that is holding you back.
You might not be able to control when the sun sets or rises, but you can control & learn to take advantage of the greatest and most free gift life has to offer, Time
And as intense as those feelings were on one end of the spectrum that’s how great it was on the other end. Because it wasn’t just bad.
In a relationship, Aries rush really quickly into things. That can be a little intimidating for someone they date.
One of the biggest issues I have with Trump is the disrespect towards the media and his lack of concern on understanding policy.
There is so much waiting for you when you can shift your perspective just a little.
Aquarius: Stop selling yourself short. Stop assuming that he doesn’t want to hear from you. If you have his number, then he must not hate you. He must want to hear from you.
Let my heart take risks and get hurt.
“If no one told you this today, I’m telling you this… You matter.”
Our society does not take mental health seriously and it makes me wonder how many more need to die before we start to realize that our mental state defines our physical state.
Often people refer to the summer months as days of the weekend. June being Friday, July being Saturday, and August being Sunday.
You cherish the meaning of trust and the responsibility it carries.
You are allowed to date the wrong person for a few months and then dump them. You are allowed to take a chance on someone and then walk away when the risk stops being worth it.
From Michael Phelps “racing” a shark to all your favorite documentaries.
I want to move, I want to change, I want to talk, but nobody speaks my language, the language of the lonely, of the lost, of the hopeless
Stop making people feel bad for wanting more when you think they have enough. Stop making people feel guilty for wanting to have the best of both worlds.
You have to realize that her blood relatives are also her best friends. You have to understand that they matter to her more than anyone else.
Finally, you can ask the actors themselves whether Jack could’ve fit on that damn door.
You close in, I step back. A choreographed ploy. Desire begins to claw at my heart. Reaching and pulling, consuming it whole.
You long for it to take your life, drown you in a pool of unconsciousness, for the pain to end. But it holds its own, becoming a permanent part of you, a wound that refuses to heal.
In 2016, my anxiety and the obsessive way I try to deal with it hit its peak. But, it was also the year that I managed to take a step back and start to regain some semblance of perspective — it was the year I started to understand what was healthy for my mind and what wasn’t.
They won’t tell you what it’s like to see the first overdose. They won’t tell you how scary it is to watch someone nod off, itch and be in slow motion. They won’t tell you what it’s like when you get the first phone call stating they’re unconscious.
Literally OBSESSED with Drake and Josh’s.
I want you to reach out to me, to make the first move, to initiate conversations and ask questions.
Do not drink wine together.
Do not drink tequila together.
Do not drink mezcal together.
Do not drink whiskey together
Your friends will remind you how hard it is to find a guy as great as yours. They’ll get frustrated with you for complaining about the one thing they wish they had themselves.