i'm so happy with him. it's kinda upsetting, since my view on love beforehand was pretty cynical, i feel kinda hypocritical sometimes. but it's all gooood.
one.
in life, no one has ever abused you more
then you have abused yourself.
and the limit of your self abuse
should be exactly the limit
or the abuse you'd tolerate from someone else
two.
Forget the guy that doesn't care for you, the guy that cheats on you, uses you for sex and denies it. The guy that
abandons you for his friends and the guy that dumped you because he 'was sick of it'. Forget the guy that puts you last and the guy that calls you when it’s convenient for him. Forget the guy that calls you cute and pretty, instead of beautiful. Forget the guy that puts you down, that isn't proud of you, that competes with you. Forget the guy that won't take no for an answer, and the guy that makes you cry yourself to sleep. Forget the guy that gets with other girls, that hurts you 'unintentionally', yet does it time and time again. Forget the guy that calls you begging for forgiveness, he isn't worth it. Forget the guy that you can't trust, forget the guy that has made months of your life miserable. Forget the guy that you had to listen to complain about other girls when you were in love with him. Forget the guy that ruined your other relationships. Forget the guy that makes you wait for him. Forget the guy that 'doesn't want a relationship' when you know he just doesn't want you. Forget the guy that thinks of someone else while you’re thinking of him. Forget the guy that lies every day. Forget the guy that doesn't know how to love you. Forget the guy you can't forgive. Forget the guy that made it clear he could forget about you.
three.
Things sound better when you're in love, and look and feel and smell better too. Without love, they are just things.
four.
There's no such thing as a perfect guy.
I think it would be strange if somebody was absolutely everything you always wanted,
because then there'd be no challenge. You'd feel inferior.
five.
The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free.
So if I can't have those things then I feel like a caged animal
and I'd rather not be in a cage. I'd rather be dead. And it's real simple.
And I think it's not that uncommon.
six.
Love is the hardest habit to break,
and the most difficult to satisfy.
seven.
I want to crash, I want to fall, I want to be somewhere in the middle.
Something is better than nothing, I just need a little.
eight.
When I lay my head on the pillow at night I can say I was a decent person today.
That's when I feel beautiful.
nine.
The man for me is the cherry on the pie.
But I'm the pie and my pie is good all by itself.
Even if I don't have a cherry.
ten.
Since you've gone I've lost my chip on my shoulder.
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older.
eleven.
love and kindness are never wasted.
they always make a difference.
-- Barbara De Angelis
twelve.
so i let you go, i set you free.
and when you've seen what you need to see,
when you find yourself, comeback to me.
thirteen.
We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless.
We don’t get to choose all the endings,
but we are asked to play the rescuers.
We won’t solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life,
but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers,
bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again until we’re called home.
fourteen.
I called because I wanted you to know
that despite everything that's happened,
and all the miles between us right now,
I still think about the way it was in the beginning.
fifteen.
They say all good things must come to an end, and that nothing gold can stay.
Well, you and I may be good as gold, but we’re as real as a memory;
a memory that will never leave me. You will never leave me,
because you’re in my heart and you’re in my soul. You’re everywhere I go.
sixteen.
I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join, or how many blue-raspberry slushes you drink with your girlfriends. You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could’ve misunderstood. And you wonder how in the heck for that brief moment you could think that you were happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long that may be, you’ll go somewhere new. And you’ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And the little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, will all eventually begin to fade.
seventeen.
Let go of what makes you lonely.
Hold on to me.
eighteen.
“So, now you love me? That's cute. Adorable in fact. Considering, YOU let me go.
You pushed me away,and I'm no idiot, I took the hint and got over you. So you love me?
Bullshit. You came to that conclusion too late.”
nineteen.
it's not love that hurts.
it's the infatuation that we so blindly accept as love that hurts.
true love should never have to hurt.
twenty. [this is probably the most depressing/my favorite quote on s
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Yet when you don't believe in love, it finds a way to make you a believer. And you always....always go crawling back...
- Neil Gaiman
twentyone.
Yeah, we were just two friends in lust
And baby, that just don't mean much
You trained me not to love
After you showed me what it was
-The Strokes
True
