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I hope this time next year you’ll have thousands of new happy memories
Before I fall in love again 1. I want us to be friends. Which means, I want to be able to eat my favourite cheese crust pizza with you, while having cheese all over my face and even in my hair, without feeling embarrassed or concerned about it. I want to be comfortable with you, I want to be okay about being messy, irritating, embarrassing, disgusting, petty while with you. Because I will be petty when I see my ex best friend post a happy picture and I will be messy during my finals and I will be embarrassing when I meet your parents for I suck at meeting parents. I want to be okay with being the way I am and the only way to be okay is to know that you’re okay with me being things other than beautiful, graceful and composed at all times. 2. I want to be able to have long and passionate conversations with you not just about existential things but also about what went wrong in the ending of that book and how kids are affected by media and how tomato basil combination always works. I want to have conversations where we may not always have the same views but our fundamental values always fall in place. I want to talk to you about the beauty of the stars but I also want to talk to you about the disgusting mentality behind certain societal norms. 3. I want to see how consistent your actions are with your words. I don’t want to fall for love letters or poems, for sweet Instagram captions or long birthday texts, I want to fall in love with you showing up on time and keeping your promises. 4. I want to take it slow. I want our story to work out in years, not months. I want to respect time and space this time. 5. I want to make sure I am not seeking love from you for the lack of love I have for myself. I want to make sure you aren’t a void I am filling in, you are not an alternative to the things I can’t give myself. I want to make sure you are not doing the same. 6. I want to work out with my insecurities and fears from the past. I don’t want to project them on you, I don’t want to subject you to the doubts, suspicion and anger I carry from the people I have known in the past. 7. Before I fall in love again, I want to make a mattress with you. Of understanding and respect and trust. So when we fall, it doesn’t hurt.
creatingnikki (via shareaquote)
i understand that my friends don’t wanna talk every day. i understand that my s/o doesn’t wanna be lovey dovey and super indulgent every day. lots of people need rest from performative emotions. all people need rest in general! it’s okay!! it doesn’t mean they don’t love me!! it’s not a judgement or punishment!! they deserve to take their rest, and they deserve for me to treat their needs with respect!
not a lot of ppl grasp this.
you can at least try to masturbate the depression away
I wish I got fucked as much as I get fucked over
i love when strangers smile at me and i smile back and we have that nice stranger smiling moment
Today I’m wearing a lovely shade of I slept like shit so don’t piss me off
How to tell it’s getting bad again
Physical pains (sore jaw, old injuries acting up)
tired tired tired tired
Can’t think/can’t stop thinking
Sleeping too much/not enough
Early waking
Can’t make eye contact
Picking or scratching at skin, nails, hair, etc
Forgetful
Sex repulsed or sex obsessed
Lonely in crowds
Unjustified assumptions (my friends all hate me)
Too much/too little food
Everything tastes bland?
Headcolds/the flu out of nowhere
Distancing yourself
Spending too much time in bed
Not showering/brushing teeth/brushing hair/taking care of your body
Not able to do laundry
Not turning in assignments
Forgetting about assignments
Zoning out
Defensive
Overly emotional/painfully numb
im so tired of this life. i want to be a roomba. i want knives taped to me. and i want to be set loose.
the energy of this post is dark and mysterious
yes im ugly but its an artistic choice
do you ever wonder how many strangers hate you because of how someone else described you to them
So I met this girl and we really hit it off. She was so funny, so sweet, so kind. And just had a real gentle way about her. We quickly became friends. A week later, the guy I was dating found out and was furious. Apparently this was his Evil Bitch Ex he had told me allll about.
I was shocked. This sweet wonderful girl didn’t match at all the picture of the Evil Bitch Ex he had described. Turned out, what made her an evil bitch was that she finally got tired of being walked all over and left him. She wasn’t hateful, cruel, selfish, anything like that.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the new Evil Bitch Ex, and I’m so glad I got away lol.
Silence was my companion for years. No one to ask who I was, or how I was doing. Not one stutter at the fact that I pick at my nails too much. No mention of my obsession with cinnamon. When love knocked on my door, he told me I read books like I was in control of the universe. He noticed I tap my leg when I’m tired. I don’t like to talk about my dad. My lip quakes when I’m upset. I observe people too much. He knew that I liked silence, silence was my companion for years. So he stayed quiet and just watched as I controlled the universe.
ccyniccal, writing prompt #7: write about silence (via wnq-writers)
is anyone else just going through life like “yeah i just gotta get past this last difficult week and then it’s smooth sailing from there!” but like… every week
I guess I love you for the silence. You seem to be able to sense when I’m fascinated with the world spinning, and instead of breaking my focus to turn my attentions to You, you just take my hand and listen to the silence with me.
redcapesredlips, writing prompt #7: write about silence (via wnq-writers)