I would marry the shit out of that drunk kid. Make him play me guitar and smother him in delicious cooking.
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I swear I’m self destructive.
There has to be something totally backward about me. I’ve realised that I like falling in love. I like being wooed, getting to know people inside and out, exposing myself completely, trusting without question and relying on someone to challenge you and take on the world with you. I like falling in love. And I like getting the opportunity to learn from it, and start again.
Even if it does all fall apart I know I will be okay. I’m stronger, I’m wiser, I’m smart enough to know that things will get better.
So why can’t I fall in love again? Because, I need someone to remind me where to begin.
(Source: artpixie)
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Anonymous asked: Would you ever have a fling with that drunk kid off ss2.0? |
- blogger: wow i'm so done
- chef: *takes blogger out of oven*
- blogger is actually a gourmet roast chicken, served with golden brown potatoes and cooked to perfection
Standing on the tip of a double edged sword. Do I stand or do I jump?
The frustrating thing about doing what you want is that you always find, one way or another, you will hurt someone or you will hurt yourself.
For the last two months I’ve been hurting someone else while trying to figure out where I’m going in life. It wasn’t intentional, it was entirely one sided and misdirected but it still shook his world more than I intended. I thought from this I knew what I wanted. I wanted to avoid emotional attachment, avoid finding comfort in people, commitment, getting used to having someone there.
And now I’m in a situation that I’m not even sure what it is. There are rules: no emotions, openness, sex, fun, dates, spooning, exclusivity, honesty. It’s making me miss the things I loved about having a relationship, all the things that I enjoyed and thought I needed to be happy. Am I limiting myself, am I hurting myself, am I undoing all the things I’ve worked so hard to do and become? Because that is how this feels.
I feel like no matter what I do something is going to slowly unravel and I’ll end up back where I was; alone, upset, hopeless. Instead of how I want to be, how I am now.
I just want to do what I want and I want to be happy. I want to be selfish instead of being in this constant balancing act of what I want and what I should do.
Why don’t I know how to write how I feel anymore.
Or is there just nothing wrong?
(Source: fatpoundofgrass)
