Make me happy

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[mitten]

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ig:  monicageuze

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[g-wddess]

asapwife

[aedancarden]

[thetattedstoner]

Tired of meeting people that’ll just become strangers sooner or later

[mpdrolet]

[angelrom]

I’m that kind of person who keeps letters and birthday cards, tickets from trains, parks or museums.

[theuniqueadrianalima]

[honeyfox777]

[foxeia]

[theinternetactivist-deactivated]

no one is ever too busy for you. that’s a lie. you make time for what you want

[inkskinned]

my dearest: this is just categorically untrue and very negative in a relationship of any kind. you, as a person, should have your own life outside of your partner/friend group. when you have class, when you have work, when you have to take time for yourself: do you love them less? of course not. this is absurd. we are people stuck in a world where we don’t always control our own time. we have to make money and call our parents and clean the house and go to practice. we have lives. if your partner ever tells you to drop everything and come to them (outside of an emergency/important situation): they are being the unfair one. yes. we make time for what we want. but we don’t want only one thing - and we shouldn’t. if your partner says that they are the only priority in your life, they are not acknowledging you as a person. if they take from you your right to sleep, to personal time, to being a human and having a moment to breathe: they are not treating you how you should be treated.

so what does this mean? it means if your best friend didn’t text you back instantly, you’re still best friends. it means that your partner is just running for groceries and will call you back as soon as they see the voicemail. it means you don’t have to be anxious that your friend can never make it to dinner with you - she loves you, her schedule is just wild (i know because i’m that friend and i feel guilty every time and honestly wish i could make it). 

please stop spreading this, it makes me sad because it enables really toxic behavior in relationships (”i am the only thing you should care about”) and it also probably is very triggering for people with any degree of mental illness because most of us already think we are a burden. 

my love: please don’t worry. even when we want to, sometimes we can’t find the time for things - i have seen people give up their very passions (particularly art) because they can’t fit it in… it’s not a choice many make willingly. but we think of you and we miss you and we wish we could be there for you. sometimes work or school or ourselves has to come first. we will get there when we can, i promise. 

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[blossomfully]

Your first love gets you raw and open and naive and strong. Your first love gets the secrets that you never even knew you were meant to keep buried away. Your first love teaches you that love isn’t about reckless kissing and hands all over the place, that it’s actually about learning and understanding and compromise and feeling so happy you might explode. Your first love takes you to the mountain tops and the stars there are more spectacular than any you’ve ever seen. Your first love sits with you until your head finds a home in the crevice between their neck and shoulder and you want to stay, more than anything, you want to stay. Your first love laughs at your jokes and suddenly you are the world’s greatest comedian, it doesn’t matter that no one ever found you funny before, it doesn’t matter than tomorrow you still have to face the world. Your first love is like a safe, where you hide the treasures most precious to you because you think they’ll be around forever. Your first love teaches you loneliness, teaches you about endings and goodbyes and emptiness. Your first love makes breaking an arm sound like a walk in the park. Your first love promises that they won’t forget and you believe them until you see them kissing someone else on the street that you used to meet. Your first love makes you bitter. And your second love makes that bitterness go away.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #167 // “Talk about your first love?“ ; “I feel like second loves don’t get enough credit.” (via blossomfully)

[thecovetedmuse]

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