I am and always will be accepting anonymous secrets and problems. I love helping out with advice or just being a shoulder to lean on.
I know they’re fictional, but god I wish that was real. Love like that. That’s what I want.
One of the hardest parts of not having him in my life anymore.
So I just got dumped by a total jackass, and I’m hoping you guys can suggest some good songs that say “fuck that guy, didn’t need him any way.” or just good break up songs that give you feels, because I want them! YES!?
This was my life for a while. Things got better. Sort of…
I look at my tag for this person and it really makes me sad to think I’ve been feeling all these ups and downs for well over a year, and reading through it is like sorting through bad memories. I hate that, because there are a shit ton of really good ones. I wouldn’t feel the way I do about him, if there weren’t. I wish I’d documented those ones to, little morsels for me to snack on when I’m second guessing myself, or him, or both of us. I suppose I only felt the need to reach out to the anonymous internet when i was hurt, but barely ever when he was making me happy. And, there are so many moments, little ones, big ones, where he’s made me feel the happiest I’ve felt in a long time. It’s odd, how we want everyone to know when we’re miserable, but we hide being happy like it’s a sin.
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty awesome that we can feel this way about another being.
All the time, with the same person. Over and over again. It hurts.
So many people say that the word “love” is used too much. Too often. It’s a sacred word that can only be said when you REALLY feel it. But… who are you to tell me I don’t love someone, or I don’t love some thing? I love this pizza, and I love the way the air smells after it rains. I LOVE half melted cheese, and I love being alone sometimes. I love a lot of things. I love a lot of people. It doesn’t lose it’s meaning because I love more than one thing or person, and I love them in different ways and on different levels. Maybe Love isn’t said enough. If you feel it. Say it. About anything and anyone you really truly feel you love. No point in holding it in.
I miss you guys.
What is there to live for if we can’t fill our lives with love?
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
I love you, too! :D