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[leglitastrology]

How the signs reply when someone says F*ck You

Aries: “no thanks” Taurus: “buy me dinner first” Gemini: “nah I’m good your brother/sister already did” Cancer: “are you going to hold me after?” Leo: “I’d fuck me too” Virgo: “I would but I have standards” Libra: “sorry but I don’t do charity work” Scorpio: “you suck your moms dick with that mouth?” Sagittarius: “I’m not that bored and you’re not that lucky” Capricorn: “fuck yourself, lord knows no one will do it for you” Aquarius: “I’d die laughing and you would die trying” Pisces: *looks them up and down* “I’m going to need a few drinks first”

[bleuebeard]

This Is What Happens When You Love Someone Who Has Built Up Walls

Loving someone who has walls up is not a careless decision. It takes a conscious commitment to assign yourself as the one to take the first strike at the concrete surrounding their heart. These are people who have painted over their fragile skin with instant-ready cement, blocking out the feel of fingerprints and the echo of empty promises. They tell themselves that all the little nuances that make them secret romantics have to stay hidden away. But despite it all — despite the walls and the “do not enter” sign they hang around their neck — you might just fall for them. And in some miracle of ways, they might fall for you, too. For them, loving you will be like walking into a construction zone: messy and just a little bit dangerous. But it all will come with the promise of tearing down old walls to make room for something open and stable. They won’t promise that they’ll be able to hit some magic switch and all of a sudden, they’ll act differently than they always have. To say so would be a lie, and both of you know it. It’s going to take some time. Walls are a stubborn sort of architecture, and they won’t come down without a fight. Just know that the first few nights you spend together, they really will want to cuddle up close to you and burrow themselves in your arms. They’ll want to, more than anything. But they also won’t want to seem needy. They’ll sleep with their backs to you, and they’ll pray that you’ll be more courageous than they are. They’ll sleep with crossed fingers and an anxious heartbeat, hoping that eventually you’ll pull them back to you and you’ll show them that it’s okay to be endearing. They are going to shut down. All people do, at some point or another. But for the ones who have gotten used to a life of distance, the first sharp bite of unpleasant reality is going to sting the most. During your first fight, they probably won’t say a word. They probably won’t even look at you. But they’ll come around, eventually. And they will apologize for being so distant and stubborn. They will try not to punish you for their past, and at first, they likely will fail. As hard as this unplaced punishment may seem, try not to lose your temper. If they’ve let you know that they’re making the attempts to work with you, instead of against you like they have most others, you’re on your way. All love requires work. You may be paying for someone else’s mistakes at the moment. And it may be inherently hard. But if you’re fighting together, you’ll soon reap the rewards of someone who has ventured farther into their heart than anyone else dared. A little patience goes so far. At the heart of it all, if a person with walls has decided they love you, they mean it. To have walls means to block yourself out, and when love nestles itself in the basement of your heart, it becomes a permanent resident banging on walls and demanding to be tended to. So although at times it may seem this fight is a one sided battle, do not forget that just because you cannot see the war raging on does not mean it doesn’t exist. If you’re smart, you know a good thing when you see one. And this person with the walls seemingly unbreakable just might be the best thing you’ll have seen in a long, long time. So when the break down and the fight seem too much, remember what you’re fighting for. Remember than underneath the layers of doubt and distance is a person with a heart that could have been molded just for you. Loving someone with walls is never easy. But sometimes, if you’re lucky, the fight is more than worth it.

[iammyownpandorasbox-blog]

You were intoxicating, you were mysterious – and I made the grave mistake of falling. It felt electric where your skin met mine, when our gazes locked. There was this deep-rooted connection – it felt like we gravitated toward each other, much like two people dancing this endless tango. But to this day, I do not know – it might have been all in my head. It might have meant something more or it might have just been me. Maybe all you needed was someone to get by while you weren’t with her and I was too naïve to interpret your kisses, your banter, your touch as real. The messages you sent got lost in translation – but I was the only one left confused. I turned my back on better things, only to see you turning your back on me. Now here I was in square one – painfully sober and heartbroken. It’s 11:28 in the evening, and just like every other evening I am writing about you. I hoped, over and over again, that if I write about you then I would get the feelings out of my system and I’d be okay. After all, I was just an afterthought, someone to fill the spaces in between where she cannot fill them – you should have been the same to me. But as I wrote endlessly about you, I realized it wasn’t that easy. You just don’t fall in and out of love like some switch turned on and off. You left me angry and hurt. You left me feeling like I was used and vulnerable. And you left me feeling like I was the only one to blame. Maybe I was. You didn’t ask me to love you – it was my decision, an error on my part. I never thought loving would feel so wrong, but here I was anyway. I am in love with you. And I have to forgive myself for that. I have to stop being angry with myself for being human. It was a mistake that was both terrifying and beautiful, but a mistake nonetheless – something to learn from, something not to repeat. So I hope the next time I see you, I could meet your gaze without feeling so heavy with the thought that your eyes are the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen. I hope that when I hear you laugh, it won’t sound like music to my ears anymore. I hope that when you are deep in your thoughts, I won’t feel like you are this intricacy I am dying to understand. I hope that the next time I see you, it won’t feel like you are mine – because you were someone I never had.

I Have to Forgive Myself for Loving You

[iamcrystalmaiden]

If You’re A 20-Something And Feeling Completely Lost

By Alessandra Nicasio You have twenty years behind you, but you still have your whole life ahead of you. This, right here, is okay. The moment you realize you don’t know what to do, is okay. You are exactly where you’re supposed to be. There is no deadline, timeline, schedule. Figuring things out will come in handy, but only if you believe in yourself. Stop telling yourself you cannot. Start small; start little. You must know that it is not going to be easy, but it is possible. Seeking advice is fine, but every decision, every act, every move you make is something you need to choose for yourself. Take aspiration from those who you look up to, but never, ever compare your progress. There is no one better, or lesser than you who are. There is only you. Just because others are doing it right now doesn’t mean that you have to do it also. Just because others did it first doesn’t make your experience any less of a shot. Go at your own pace. You’re going to do just great. This is not a race. The more you try to catch up with others, the more you are going to see yourself left out. You only have one maze to figure out, and it is your own. Pressure is good. Too much pressure could be bad. You are going to be just fine, but this doesn’t mean that you have to be complacent. Nothing is going to work if you don’t move. If you don’t try new things, if you keep yourself in that safe, little zone you’ve always been in your whole life. You cannot keep following the path of others so much that you forget to create your own. Relax. You are also going to travel. You’ll go from one city to another, converse in multiple languages, explore districts to countries. You’ll experience every culture at its finest. And when you do, you’re going to meet people who will deeply impact you. You’re going to converse with people who are different from you, similar to you – people who you like or might not like. There will be people who will belittle you and encourage you, who will believe in you and help you, and you’re going to learn from each one of them. You’re going to get to know them. Hear their stories. What frightens them, what motivates them, what keeps them going. And you’re going to find out that there is more to life than any of this. You will feel pain, sadness, discomfort. But you will also feel alive, exuberant, human. Sometimes you will fuck up and make mistakes. You are going to fail, be misunderstood, get ragged. You’re going to get tired. But you are also going to realize that it is okay to fail. You will be telling yourself to rest on days you lack motivation, feel the ugliest, or have the smallest of hope, but you are going to acknowledge that giving up won’t be your best option. You are most likely going to lose yourself in the process, but you are also going to find yourself there. You are going to create something for yourself and for the people you love. You’re going to tear yourself into pieces pursuing after what you want, and learn to love yourself for it. And it will be the best damn thing ever. You are going to fall in love. One day. It could be a few years from now. Or maybe tomorrow. Next week. Or who knows when. You are going to make yourself believe in love again. Because you are not as cold as ice as you would like to think. You are a product of combined heartaches, growing wisdom, and rational hope. Can you count how many times you told yourself and other people you are never going to fall in love again? Can you count how many times you lied and knew it? You are young, and I don’t need to say more. You are going to have a love-hate relationship with life. You are going to be miserable for days, but on other days, you are going to feel so in love with life. You are going to have to experience everything this life has to offer. I hope you experience it to the fullest. And I don’t just mean sky diving, or meeting David Beckham and Harry Styles, or getting stoned, or getting VIP passes to a basketball game which you have zero knowledge about. You are going to breathe and feel your heart pumping your blood, you will feel goosebumps at every romantic movie or rock concert you see. You are going to feel pain when a close friend goes away. You will feel joy when you finally get offered that job you have always wanted. You are going to feel broken when you see your loved one’s cry. You will feel gleeful when you kiss someone for the first time. You are going to find out that no experience is identical to anyone else’s. Some are relatable, but no two experiences are utterly, downright the same. That is why it is important to have your own. Not only will they teach you the best and most striking lessons, they will also make you feel alive. And truth be told, I don’t think anything really compares. This is literally a journey you are supposed to be taking. Consider yourself the driver, and your friends and family the passengers. No matter what other people tell you, no matter which way your passengers tell you to go, you are in charge of something that they aren’t – you are in charge of the wheel. You are the driver of your own car the same way you are a passenger in another person’s car. Make every ride worthwhile. You’re twenty. Stop doubting yourself. What could go wrong?

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[panicatthemoush]

In 2012, Ross published a book called "The Science Behind Jurassic Park", which spent a remarkable twelve weeks on the New York Times bestseller list.

Loved this made me laugh a lot, but I still believe there's more to their futures too

[whapohwrites]

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“When You Love A Person Who Comes From A Broken Family” By Koty Neelis

“Maybe I’m “too picky” because I’m more interested right now in learning how to love myself again. At some point, I fell out of love. And it wasn’t with a boyfriend nor from someone. 

It was with myself.

So I’m trying to do that. I’m trying to find the pieces I once championed. I’m trying to figure out where this disconnect lies. I’m going to learn who I am all over again. Because I changed and somehow at the same time evolved.

Sometimes life isn’t about chasing love. It’s about creating it. And that’s what I’ve got to do now. I’ve got to create my own love so that future love has a fighting chance. I owe myself that much.”

The-6-months-battle / 2014-2015

[myfavorite-hidingplace]

Did I cross your mind for even a second? That maybe this isn’t the right thing to do…or at least the right way? Did you think that your words and actions have consequences? Not just for you but for me too? Did you know that I would cry myself to sleep and wake up feeling sick to my stomach? Did you know that I would stop eating? Or that I barely spoke to my mom for two weeks because I couldn’t bear the thought of her hearing my cracked voice?