“Marry a man who loves you more than you love him. A woman will always give more than what is necessary to her lover. It is ingrained into her, like maternity. But even when a man loves you more, he will still only be able to meet you halfway.”—Rihanna (relaying advice given to her by her deceased grandmother)
“She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.”—Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark (via bokura)
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.”—Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever (via d202)
“But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.”—Virginia Woolf, from The Years (via jesuisclaire)
“That’s the brutality of a breakup, isn’t it? The people leaving think they did everything possible, the people left behind think what is possible hasn’t even been tested yet.”—Laura Dave, The First Husband (via simply-quotes)
We’ve never been in these positions before. It’s strange. I’ve always been on the other end, begging, trying to convince you we’ll make it work.
I don’t want to make it work anymore. I just want it to work. I’ve never been so serious about moving forward.
But you’ve never fought for me. You’ve never begged me to stay. “Tell me what you need me to do to make you happy and I’ll do it.” You’ve never been so willing to comply with my needs, no matter how crazy they may be. So we decided that means this time will be different.
like all your friends go out and do things and get into relationships and like people that like them back and have fun and do stupid things with their best friends and instead of doing all that you’re just sort of this mildly entertaining thing that people take an interest in once in a while but they wouldn’t really care if it was gone
like you just sort of exist but you don’t really mean anything
My jumbled thoughts are jumbled. But a good jumbled.
I’m nothing more than a web of my own self-made tragedies. I’ve been sad for a very long time. The bad days have come to be expected. And you have loved me through it all.
If there is one thing I’ve taken from this, it’s knowing that no matter what the circumstances are, you’ll be here. In the last few years of my life, I’ve figured out who genuinely cares for me and my best interest. I’ve learned which friendships couldn’t withstand the depths of my sadness, and that’s completely ok. I was a mess. I tried to give up on myself long before any one else did. But now, it’s different. I’m confident that those who are with me are here to stay. I don’t have to feel so vulnerable. I don’t have to constantly fear that everyone I love will leave me. This new found confidence has given me so much room to grow. Slowly but surely I’m making progress to becoming exactly who I want to be.
It’s really nice to hear my friends tell me they’ve noticed. They’ve noticed the changes I’ve made and how different I am. I am happy, and it shows.
God is so good. Good things are coming. Good things are always coming. Patience is key.
“I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via durianquotes)