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La delgada línea entre no querer contarle nada a nadie y necesitar desahogarte. 🗣️
the fantastic adventures of unico (1981)
I really love these movies. Unico is adorable
Always, choose yourself, then choose those who chose you
I have no more fight in me when it comes to friendships and relationships… if you want to go, go.
Moments..
“Go where you are celebrated – not tolerated. If they can’t see the real value in you, it’s time for a new start.”
— Unknown
long walks home on empty streets follow me on twitter
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.
this fucks me up every single time
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.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
This seriously was my fear too but the second part makes me feel so much better. I have to reblog this
This. 🙌🏼
me @ God: here is the thing *sits on the floor* *cries*
i literally will not tell people who are hurting me that they’re hurting me because i’m afraid of hurting them by telling them they’re hurting me it’s such a mess
When I’m married someday I want to be so in love that our kids are disgusted
“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.”
— Deb Caletti, The Fortunes of Indigo Skye (via thelovejournals)
Her character will raise your children, not her beauty.
“Sensitive hearts are like a pond; when you say or do something, it’s like you have tossed a rock into the heart of it, the repercussions go to every part of the pond. So be gentle, be kind, and be loving; for each action will be felt.”
— T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)