the most disgusting thing about having a crush is that all your bullshit daydreams now have a face. every single thing you can think of and it’s always the same asshole
“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”
browsing tinder is such a brutal confrontation with the harsh reality we live in. you’re just swiping through, awful guy, awful guy, awful guy, and you’re thinking like how is this real, how are there so many awful men in this world. surely there can’t be more. but there are always more.
take chances with people. if you want to get closer to them, make sure they know you want to spend time with them. go to have coffee with them, text them first, make them feel loved, tell them little things that you love about them. most people find it hard to make the first move, both in friendships and romantic relationships, so a lot of potential relationships never happen. life is too short. so go for it, because more often than not it can make life brighter and softer and happier.
you don’t have to be more attractive. you don’t have to be attractive at all. you don’t have to attract anyone or anything. you are not a magnet, damn it. you should be you for you and only you. and yes I am talking about you and you and you.
“You see, that’s how I usually fix my broken heart…
With the attention of another man. It’s the only way I ever knew how. The urge to feel wanted again, needed, if only for a night.
But this time, well, this time is different, this time I have no interest in being in the arms of another. I’d be surprised if I could stop myself from crying for long enough. I still lay on the sofa most nights, tears streaming down my face as I see pictures of you enjoying your “freedom”.
Different weekend, different picture of a different girl and a different caption and a million fucking scenarios running through my mind that all lead back to the same conclusion by the end of the night.
Yes, I am broken, for now, but I won’t always be. I am taking time out to mend my shattered heart and better myself. To move on only when I have healed and am ready and I have to thank you for helping me break old habits. You see sweetheart, my worth is not ranked by the attention I receive from any man. I am strong and I certainly am no less of a woman just because you didn’t want me anymore. I will kiss somebody some day but not to hurt you and not to make you jealous. I will kiss someone and when i do you better believe it will be for me.
So thank you for breaking my heart it might have been the best thing you’ve ever done for me.”
