âYou loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god.â
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âYou loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god.â
â Anais Nin (via hadaes)
healing
dont care if i sound corny or cliche but to love and be loved back and not having to second guess where u stand in someones heart is such a warm and safe feeling & everyone should have the luxury and pleasure of having it always
i think people need to stop glorifying sassiness and bitterness and start promoting the idea of actually being fucking nice and civil to people who did nothing to you.
âThatâs how you know you love someone, I guess, when you canât experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.â
â Kaui Hart Hemmings (via quotemadness)
Anyway moral of the story is be nice but donât be too nice
âYou think because he doesnât love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesnât want you anymore that he is right â that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Donât. Itâs a bad word, âbelong.â Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldnât be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you canât even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they donât wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You canât own a human being. You canât lose what you donât own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You donât, do you? And neither does he. Youâre turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He canât value you more than you value yourself.â
â Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon (via cloudestine)
cat hate is just soâŠâŠ.. embarrassing
people who hate cats for being âcoldâ or âmeanâ never learned emotional intelligence or depth and think that love is only expressed by being submissive and unconditionally obedient
hereâs the tea everybody log off
Scary Love // The Neighbourhood
just because itâs still hurting doesnât mean itâs not healing