Just A Girl

Shine like the star you are 🌟

[meanplastic]

so apparently sleeping doesn’t make your problems go away. I woke up and everything still sucked. shocked and upset

[throughtheeyesofmyself]

[lovestory]

me watching my life fall apart

[neckkiss]

“I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.”

— Rudy Francisco (via yesdarlingido)

[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.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[aish-rai]

[loki-cat2]

[bubbagumps]

[yababay]

[drawnsnake]

I’M

[rytfujgkuhhgmjgh]

this bitch empty

YEET

[bnmxfld]

Drake / Thank Me Now

[froslasss]

do you know how cute i would be if i had more money 

[ninasdrafts]

“What if I sometimes like to cry? What if I sometimes allow myself to go down dangerous roads, knowing exactly where they‘ll lead me? I know this is going to hurt, but I don’t back down. I embrace the pain and feel it in every heartbeat, every shaking breath I take. What if I sometimes tear at my stitches, opening the wounds to watch them bleed again? What if I trace my scars with steady fingers, remembering where they came from and who gave them to me? What if I voluntarily put myself through the pain of listening to your favourite song or wearing your old shirt that still smells like you, letting the memories wash over me? Truth is, it reminds me of you. It reminds me of what we had. It reminds me how right we were at a time, and that no matter how wrong we might be now, we existed once and we were pretty damn great. It reminds me that nothing good is ever erased completely, that a trace of it always remains. The people you once held close changed you, if only a tiny bit, affected the way you look at the world, affected the way you look at others and at yourself. Sometimes I just have to remind myself that it mattered, and I willingly take the pain that comes with remembering. Remind myself that it still matters, years down the road, even though we’re both long gone and moved on.”

— reminiscing / n.j.

[recgnze]

[hellyeahrihannafenty]

[treygotguap]

[lovemexart]