Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.
Source: misswallflower
Distant Heartbeats: Ninety-five percent of the time I am so grateful that I’m not in love...
Ninety-five percent of the time I am so grateful that I’m not in love with anyone, that considering the mess life is I’m working it alone and don’t have to take anyone else’s feelings into consideration, etc.
The rest of the time I want to be in love. I snap out of it pretty fast, but when…
I have a friend who told me she doesn’t want to be in a relationship because she feels that its too tiring; to take care of someone, to make sure that someone is having fun, etcetera. I feel like that too, sometimes. But then something happens—a sweet conversation from a friend, a long glance, arms grazing, anything that triggers my emotions, and I’m done.
I haven’t been in a relationship well over two years and I don’t know what to feel. For a while some guys made my heart flutter but it was fleeting; either they grew tired or I did, either they got bored or I did, either they screwed up or I did. It never lasted, but I was still okay.
Right now the only relationship worth slaving over is the relationship I have with myself.
I’m making it work.
Source: distantheartbeats
Source: thappiness
I’ve been telling myself this for almost two weeks now. Its kind of helping.
Source: sarahmarieryan93
This, Too, Shall Pass
There will be that conversation you’ve been putting off for as long as you’ve known you’ve needed to have it. There will be those words that you’ve rehearsed over and over–in your car, in front of your mirror, in your bed in total darkness while staring at your ceiling–that tumble out of your mouth inelegantly, tripping over each other to make it out just so you can get this over with. There will be that ugly ball of thoughts that hangs in front of you, the thick, opaque cloud of words that formed in between you, through which you cannot breathe. There will be that moment where you try and scoot away, wanting to disown everything you’ve just said, ready to scream at the top of your lungs just to cut the silence.
And there will be that moment, that brutally delayed moment, where they respond with a shrug, a sigh, a casual dismissal of all that you just implied. They will demonstrate with unintentional precision just how uninvolved they are, how little they have emotionally invested, just how very little this has all mattered to them. There will be the moment you struggle to physically scoop up every humiliating statement you made and all their brutal implications and cram them, hurriedly, back in your mouth. You’ll fight back tears as your cheeks fill, blotchy and red, like a veteran alcoholic. You’ll linger on the cusp of wailing, of running in any direction until your lungs ache–but you won’t. You’ll shrug and vaguely shake your head, pitifully mumbling something along the lines of,
“Oh, of course…right. No, no, that’s cool.”
You will awkwardly walk away, feeling the burn on the back of your neck as you know they are watching you with a combination of pity and discomfort. You will play the situation over in your head again and again, physically cringing every time you think of what they must think of you now–what they must be saying, through cruel laughter, to their friends.
But it will pass.
The whole thing is worth reading.
The Tumblr Princess: First Meetings
There is never a more fascinating moment in any relationship - romantic or not - than the first time two people meet.
I like to think of it as an awkward but beautiful sort of dance.
Tentative in the beginning: Eyes meeting across the room. A handshake. A passing introduction.
Then an attempt…
THIS.
I agreee with everything that she said.
Source: thetumblrprincess
I honestly couldn’t care less if you like the same bands or you’ve read the same books. Tell me one original thing, tell me one true, real thing that brings me to my fucking knees that I’ve never heard before and I’m yours.
Source: listenout
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