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for you
i hate you.
i love you.
this is hard.
it really sucks when...
you realize someone else has grown out of your friendship.
slowly, and then all at once
falling for someone who is completely and irrevocably taken really sucks
you know you know when you know you don't know
ain't that the truth
My altars are the mountains and the ocean.
Lord Byron (via thatkindofwoman)
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.
Charles Bukowski, from “no help for that “ (via thatkindofwoman)
signs
chipped polish the color of blood
i'll take the left ear if you'll take the right
the way we stretch, bones cracking
we'll fight to the death of us
doesn't matter how old we get, i'll never learn
loving people you shouldn't
Is love a choice? Can we take it back just as we give it? Or is it involuntary, a reaction to somebody else's existence?
The first time I thought I was in love, I fell for the idea of him. He was creative, funny, sweet, everything you would hope for. But it didn't work out. He wanted someone else, and looking back, I was nowhere near emotionally ready to be in a relationship with someone.
The second time I thought I was in love, I knew from the start I was doomed. I knew he was already with someone else, but alas, I had no choice. He was the type of person that I could sit in silence with and have it not be awkward. He had kind eyes, and was a nice heart. I mooned over him for a very long time.
The third time I thought I was in love, it was because he was the first to push me. He was the first to piss me off and make me laugh at the same time. But again, I knew we couldn't be together.
What is it about love, or the possibility of love, that makes us so reckless? Or is that same recklessness a symptom that it's not love?
Love is one of those unexplainable things. Sure, you can explain attraction with biology, intellectual interest with psychology, but they can't explain love. I'm not sure even I can explain it.
I once heard a saying that says you're not really in love unless that person loves you back. Every person I've ever thought I loved, I knew didn't feel the same. Which brings me back to: is love inescapable, so we're meant for heartbreak, or do put our hopes into people we know can't fulfill us so that we are the masters of our own pain?
Pretty hard to think about. I have a hard time accepting that I've purposefully put myself in those situations where I know I'll get a little more broken, but I also know how conscious I am while I'm doing it. I think those movies moments where someone just has an epiphany they love someone are very rare. Perhaps it's because I'm a thinker, an over-analyzer.
I've never read the book, but there's a quote in "A Fault in Our Stars" by John Green that says, "I feel in love the way you fall asleep: slowly then all at once."
Maybe it's the little things that make you fall in love with someone. The things that are seemingly so insignificant that we don't even notice until it's too late, until we're too far gone to turn back.
Maybe we recognize someone as good, someone we could love, could spend the rest of our lives with. Maybe we take a few steps forward with them and then fall in love.
Maybe we do have an epiphany. Maybe we do have a moment where we'd willingly purchase an overpriced airline ticket, wait an hour in security, and then sprint down the terminal to catch someone at the last second.
Maybe there's no explanation.
Maybe we fall in love because we don't need an explanation.
like the pen burst
Do you believe in soulmates? Or maybe just people whose life you were destined to cross paths with? Because sometimes there's that one person who you just know you were meant to know. You don't know how or why or if any good will come of knowing each other but damn what an adventure.
oh my
I think it's time to get inked.
First Kiss.
bitch. ( i am vs you are)
A reoccurring theme in my life lately has been language, and cultural ownership of words. Meaning, there are words that certain people say that others are not allowed to.
The word I've been dwelling on has been "bitch".
I throw that word around a lot.
"Ugh, she's such a bitch."
"That's a bitchy thing to say."
"I'm a bitch."
I don't even particularly mind when other women call me a bitch. Because, to me, being a bitch means being assertive, means being unapologetic about who I am.
But if a man were to call me a bitch, I'd find that inexcusable. Why is that? It's the same word, right?
Wrong.
When a man calls a woman a bitch, he means it in a degrading way. He means she is lesser. She is not his equal.
When a woman calls another woman a bitch, she can mean several things:
1) That woman is rude/not classy.
2) That woman is assertive and will not accept "No" as an answer.
3) She is envious of the other woman and expresses it by putting the other woman down.
Bitch can come in my forms. But what's the difference between a man saying it and another woman?
It's kind of like a certain racial slur that's okay for one group of people to say, but not okay for anyone else.
It's about a culture, community, or gender gaining ownership of a term, and turning it from it's derogatory meaning to what they want it to mean. But that still doesn't make it okay for anyone else to say it.
I heard a song the other day that had the hook "Bitch bad, woman good" which then got stuck in my head. It's a song by Lupe Fiasco and about the differences of a man and a woman saying "bitch".
But here's the thing...
I don't need a man to tell me the difference.
I know what my girlfriend means when she calls me bitch and what a guy on the street means.
But, I am thankful for that song. Because boys, and men for that matter, are more likely to listen to another man than a woman.
That's life. That's the way it is. It's why men make more money than women. It's why men are the majority on the Forbes lists. It's why men are in government. It's why a million other things to do with the way men still have leadership over women. The glass ceiling, you know?
See, there's still a difference when Beyonce says "bitch" and Jay Z says "bitch".
Beyonce means her fellow HBIC (head bitch(es) in charge), even when she's telling them to "bow down".
Jay Z means women he has no respect for, side chicks, or women who hold no significance to him.
But, here's the thing... that woman, the one being called "bitch" does hold meaning to someone. She's someone's daughter, sister, mother, friend, teacher, student. She's something to somebody.
And none of us would be here without her, or the woman before her or the woman after.
headache (green feels)
I love being around people. I love being social. I love hearing another persons laughter and feeling their happiness fill the room. But sometimes it is exhausting being around people who are... Not your first choice of companions. People who you don't agree with or who annoy you or you just don't have anything in common with. But sometimes you suck it up, for the good of the group.
That time you confused a lesson for a soulmate.
Dream Hampton (via metalliod)
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I used to think there was only one path I was meant to take. I used to think that I had no control over my life, and I was following some sort of predestined path. I think that that is entirely possible, but really, I think I'm just figuring it out as I go along.
A conversation I keep having with people revolves around what we're doing after this year is up.
Do I stay in LA?
Do I go to NY?
Do I go home?
Do I work?
Do I go back to school?
Do I just sail off on a boat into the sunset?
I am content where I am, but I know I need something more. I need to push myself into something.
I just don't know what that is.
Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.
Stephen King (via thatkindofwoman)
Sometimes you buy a sequined jacket just because.