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Special thanks for my friend Maggie. I don’t really spend a lot of time with her, we have friends we hang out with more often, but our friendship is very very special. We met in sophomore year of highschool and now we’re both sophomores in Colleges very far from each other. From training wild mustangs, to exploring backcountry Montana and Wyoming on random road trips, managing our rodeo club, long rodeo nights sitting talking about boys in the summer heat, and both working at the same ranch and training the same horses together, I have grown very fond of this girl. Watching her talk about her boyfriend and how in love she is I can only imagine and strive to be like her and him. I love you Maggie!
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.
ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened
“Everything will work out in the end. You don’t need to know how. You just have to trust that it will.”
— (via deeplifequotes)
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Drinking 8 cups of water a day seems impossible but 7 beers and 5 shots in 2 hours goes down like a fat kid on a seesaw
honestly the best feeling ever is realizing you’re not sad anymore over something you thought you would never get over
my heart is different now.
Hope you all have been keeping up with my monster month of Inktober. There are 20+ little drawings like these to see over at my Twitter and Instagram! These four are my quick four horsewomen of the apocalypse: conquest, war, famine, and death. Mini prints of these are coming soon! Loved getting a chance to draw so many horses.
Don’t ever forget about the horses who taught you how to ride
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