Posts tagged love
Posts tagged love
I see a lot of my followers, especially the younger ones, blogging about nobody loving them, and I’ve got something to say about that. I used to think the same thing in high school and even college sometimes. Trust me, and I know you’ve heard this before, but you WILL find someone who loves you. That person in math class who doesn’t notice you today won’t matter when you’ve moved on, got a job and your own place. You’ll probably never see them again after you’re done with school. Everything people can’t love about you now will be loved by someone who actually matters. Enjoy yourself right now. Enjoy that you have time to think and be in total control of your life without having to make sacrifices for others yet. Please don’t waste your time feeling sad over someone who can’t see how beautiful you are. Life goes on and the world is a wacky, scary, awe-inspiring place. Take time to get to know it and be amazed by it. It will make finding “the one” that much more precious. Love yourself. Always. There are things in your future that haven’t even crossed your mind yet. Be patient. There’s an entire world out there.
Love is an epiphany. It sweeps over you at once like a salty wave on the beach. There is a moment that happens that repeats infinitely whenever you speak of it. You will realize why every tear you’ve cried, heartbreak you felt and every failed relationship you ever weathered was not love. There will be a time when everything that confused you about other people and what all the fuss was about makes sense. It will no longer be a mystery. It may still sting, it may be frightening, it may even feel like it’s destroying you, but it will never abuse. It will never abandon. If you’re reading this bewildered by its meaning or asking yourself if it applies to you, be patient. When you find real love, you will see so clearly like the passing of a storm. The clouds will pass over you both quietly and you will see them off together. Happy Valentine’s Day to all.
Ok listen, everyone. There isn’t a damn person in this world who isn’t going to hurt you. That’s just the way it is. No one is perfect and even your truest love won’t always agree with you. The end result of love isn’t who managed to get by with the least amount of damage, it’s finding someone worth hurting for. It’s about walking the line between not wanting to get hurt and romanticizing hurt. You will get hurt, but it’s not always for the right reasons. There’s a middle ground between shutting yourself out of your own romantic life and spending all your time thinking about how hurt you are and how the person you love maybe doesn’t love you anymore, if they did at all.
Love someone who, even at their worst and even when you can barely stand them, you can feel that warmth and awe and intimate connection that keep you around when both of you are happy. Find someone who you can be upset with and still see the gentle, compassionate person you love ablaze in their eyes. Find someone who makes love scarier than the hurt but in such a pleasant way that any and all scorn and arguing and perhaps tears doesn’t matter in light of that love.
Friends, you will get hurt. But you don’t have to suffer.
I hope your head and your heart are overflowing with me. Your chest is a fountain — a waterfall to disappear behind. I want you to be awash with me like my veins are bursting, green and tender, with you. Together we can be a garden.
Thank you for sitting with me in places that are awkwardly romantic and not making it weird. Thank you for correcting my mistakes but never laughing especially when you know I’m embarrassed. Thank you for not letting me get hit by cars when I’m not paying attention because sometimes I just don’t care enough about my physical body to be cautious. Thank you for understanding that I’m trying to cultivate my soul and pushing me to prune and tend to everything that could’ve meant something to me if someone, even myself, bothered to lend any encouragement. Thank you for being that encouragement I missed. Thank you for remembering things in the morning because so often I have a repetitive recorder in my head playing the same tapes even though everyone else forgets. Thank you for not pretending to be unsure to avoid being honest with me. Thank you for reminding me of the better parts of my childhood when all I can recall is being depressed since age 11. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for introducing me to everyone, even strangers, because you’re happy to be around me. Thank you for putting yourself into context because that’s all I ever want to know of people. Thank you for smiling the way you do. Thank you for taking the same care with everyone even though no one ever says thank you. This is from all of us.
White boys who will defend you from racism but won’t love you. Heartbreaking.
I am not myself
I am three people at once
and we feel at home on every side
Let’s split in half
and take every path
in every fork
You’re annoying and I love the fuck out of you.
A message for the sad folks: Don’t read magazines. Don’t read poems. Don’t recite quotations. Don’t cross-reference your feelings with any of it. Don’t buy the marketed version of love.
Love isn’t extravagant. It arrives unannounced and will probably eat from your fridge for months before you realize it’s there. You are making no mistakes just because you think you can’t find it. Love doesn’t want you to look.
Love is mundane, my friends. It’s going to the grocery store with someone because who the fuck else would you ask, anyway? It’s sleepily explaining the rules of football even though it will probably take three more times to make sense of it. Love is not sensational. Love is simply a part of life.
Like a job, graduation, a car and future fortune, it arrives when it arrives. So dry your tears. Love is on the way.
this twitter is horrifying
I’m in love with this.
Rod Serling would approve.