I am Cassandra. @cassandrasasser - Tumblr Blog

Today is your day! I’m glad to have found you 3 1/2 years ago! You make me so happy. Always full of energy and LOTS of kisses! I love you so much my Sunny Bunny!! #nationaldogday #sunnybunny #dogsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CTDR3pQr6qU/?utm_medium=tumblr

#nationaldogday #sunnybunny #dogsofinstagram

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNNY!! 🎊🎉🎁🎂. Today you turn 6 years old! You have been with me for 3 years now and I have loved every minute of it!! Sometimes you can be too hyper, but I love the sweet kisses you give me. I can’t wait to spend many more years with you! I love you!! #happybirthdaysunny #mysunnybunny #sixyearsold (at Augusta, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIwUZufFuZE/?igshid=3lbdurxk00i9

#happybirthdaysunny #mysunnybunny #sixyearsold

I’m celebrating my Sunny Bunny today!! Why? Because it’s National Dog Day!! Love you so much Boo, Boo!! 😍 #nationaldogday https://www.instagram.com/p/CEXsrVkl28d/?igshid=1fcq2aqvh0ufs

#nationaldogday

It’s National Pig Day!! Let’s celebrate these adorable little piggies!! 🐷🐷#nationalpigday https://www.instagram.com/p/B9NJshElAu1/?igshid=1vo8xqsbiikm4

#nationalpigday

A little pic of me at my sisters wedding this past weekend. #maidofhonor #sisterswedding

#maidofhonor #sisterswedding

wnq-writers

Maybe life is not all about finding that one great love. Maybe it’s about living in the moments while they last. Maybe it’s about the summer days you spend trying to make art and end up making a pretty mess. Maybe it’s about the monsoon days when you stretch your hands to feel the raindrops tickle your palms. It’s about the teeth chattering winter sensation you get from eating your favorite ice cream. Maybe, just maybe, life is about all those moments before you fall in love with someone. Maybe life is when you fall in love with yourself.

A. Synthia (via wnq-writers)

Love this.

cherryboard

i never run voluntarily so if u ever see me running you should start running too bc something is coming

cassandrasasser

This is true

twloha

I assure you, I am not put together at all. Nor am I broken. I am recovering - finding the beautiful in the ugly and stitching it into my life.

Rachel Wolchin (via twloha)

Love this.

Oh how true this is. #adulthood #nofilter #shouldvelistenedtopeterpan

#nofilter #adulthood #shouldvelistenedtopeterpan

For once I actually like my selfie. #lovemyself #nofilter #lookatmenow

#nofilter #lovemyself #lookatmenow

I think I've packed most of my things. #tooklongenough #ifeelaccomplished #moveindayhereicome

#tooklongenough #ifeelaccomplished #moveindayhereicome

acutelesbian

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

fat-thin-skinny

this fucks me up every single time

acutelesbian

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.