Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
I’ve put this off for so long, but I have to do this.
I’ve never felt so connected to a person before. The second we met something clicked, it was like we had known each other for our entire lives. Everyone saw it, we were perfect. We were each other’s other half. I was so damn happy, you made me feel so comfortable and important. Asking me for permission and taking care of me. Things I’d never felt before. I loved everything about you. From your art to your love for cats. I wanted to be your best friend, to get to know every little thing there was to know. If only I could show you how pure my intentions were.
When you left it came out of no where. One second we are completely happy and the next you were gone. It tore my heart out. I just want my friend back, you don’t even know I exist now and I can’t tell you how much that hurts.
Even though it was short lived it was more than I could have ever anticipated. Thank you for giving me forever even if it was only for a little while.
Maybe if I yell I miss you loud enough you’ll hear it from wherever you are, whether it’s from the crowded hallway where we used to eat lunch everyday or the confides of your bedroom walls and you’ll stop whatever you’re doing and suddenly it’ll get too hard to breathe because the spot where I used to sit now seems too empty and your hands have nothing to hold or suddenly the other side of your bed is too cold without me to keep it warm and the memories of us sleeping in each others arms will be too much for you to handle.
Maybe if I yell come back loud enough you’ll hear it when you’re sitting in the car and your heart will hurt because now all you can see is me laughing and you’ll remember the day we fell in love and you’ll wish you hadn’t pushed me away, suddenly you’ll wish I was somehow here again.
Maybe if I yell I still love you loud enough you’ll hear it and suddenly all you’ll want is to listen to our favourite song and dance around my kitchen singing at the top of our lungs, and your heart will break because you’ll remember how happy we were and you’ll come running back to a home that is no longer there.
(the Bull - 20 April 20 May)
* Aggressive.
* Loves being in long relationships.
* Likes to give a good fight for what they want.
* Extremely outgoing.
* Loves to help people in times of need.
* GOOD kisser.
* GOOD personality.
* Stubborn but a caring person.
* One of a kind.
* Not one to mess with.
* Usually are the most attractive people.
15 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Twins - 21 May 21 June)
* Nice.
* Love is one of a kind.
* Great listener.
* Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out.
* Trustworthy.
* Always happy.
* Loud.
* Talkative.
* Not one to mess with.
* Freak.
* Outgoing.
* VERY Forgiving.
* Loves to make friends.
* Has a beautiful smile.
* Generous.
* Strong.
* The Irresistible one.
9 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Crab - 22 June 22 July)
* Most AMAZING kisser..Very high appeal.
* Love is one of a kind.
* Very romantic.
* Most caring person you will ever meet!
* Very creative.
* Extremely random and proud of it.
* Freak.
* Spontaneous.
* Great at telling stories.
* Not a fighter, but will knock your lights out if it comes down to it.
* Someone you should hold on to.
12 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Lion - 23 July - 22 August)
* Great talker.
* Attractive and passionate.
* Laid back.
* Knows how to have fun.
* Is really good at almost anything.
* GREAT kisser.
* Unpredictable.
* Outgoing.
* Down to earth.
* Addictive.
* Attractive.
* Loud.
* Loves being in long relationships.
* Talkative.
* Not one to mess with.
* Freak.
* Rare to find.
* Good when found.
7 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Virgin - 23 August 22 September)
* Dominant in relationships.
* Someone loves them right now.
* Always wants the last word.
* Caring.
* Smart.
* Loud.
* Loyal.
* Easy to talk to.
* Everything you ever wanted.
* Easy to please.
* The one and only.
7 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Balance - 23 September 23 October)
* Nice to everyone they meet.
* Their Love is one of a kind.
* Independent, yet likes company
* Great kisser.
* Always smiling, loves to laugh.
* Silly, fun and sweet.
* Have own unique sex appeal.
* Most caring person you will ever meet!
* However not the kind of person you want to mess with…you might end up crying.
9 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Scorpion - 24 October 21 November)
* EXTREMELY adorable.
*Good Lover
* Intelligent.
* Loves to joke.
* Very good sense of humor.
* Energetic.
* GOOD kisser.
* Always get what they want.
* Attractive.
* Easy going.
* Loves being in long relationships.
* Talkative.
* Romantic.
* Caring.
4 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Archer - 22 November 21 December)
* Spontaneous.
* High appeal.
* Rare to find.
* Great when found.
* Loves being in long relationships.
* So much love to give.
* Not one to mess with.
* Very attractive.
* Very romantic.
* Nice to everyone they meet.
* Their Love is one of a kind.
* Silly, fun and sweet.
* Have their own unique appeal.
* Most caring person you will ever meet!
* Not the kind of person you wanna fuck with because you might end up crying.
4 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Goat - 22 December 19 January)
* Love to bust.
* Nice.
* Sassy.
* Intelligent.
* Sexy.
* Irresistible.
* Loves being in long relationships.
* Great talker.
* Always gets what he or she wants.
* Cool.
* Loves to own Gemini’s in sports.
* Extremely fun.
* Loves to joke.
* Smart.
24 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Water Bearer - 20 January 18 February)
* Trustworthy.
* Attractive.
* GREAT kisser.
* One of a kind.
* Loves being in long-term relationships.
* Extremely energetic.
* Unpredictable.
* Will exceed your expectations.
* Not a Fighter, but will knock your lights out if it comes down to it.
2 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
(the Fishes - 19 February 20 March)
* Caring and kind.
* Smart.
* Center of attention.
* High appeal.
* Has the last word.
* Good to find, hard to keep.
* Fun to be around.
* Extremely weird but in a good way.
* Good Sense of Humor!!!
* Thoughtful.
* Always gets what he or she wants.
* Loves to joke.
* Very popular.
* Silly, fun and sweet.
* Loves being in long relationships.
2 years of bad luck if you do not reblog.
I am not taking any chances here
I’m the Cutie nice
Does it in the water?…
why not
“Here’s the thing,” she says, sitting on the edge of the pier with her toes in the water, holding the remnants of the bottle of vodka.
“I’ve loved two boys in my life. One of them I loved as the person who understood me the most; my best friend, my confidante. The other I was in love with; the blond, crazily clever boy who made me believe I was beautiful. And both of them told me they loved me, and both of them left.”
I sit in silence, looking at the stars and waiting for her to continue.
“What I want to know is, why? Why do they do these things? At the end, my best friend told me I only cared about myself, and that he hated who I’d become. Did he ever stop to ask me if I was okay, how I was doing? Did he see the days without food, or the dark clouds I always felt? Maybe he didn’t care like I thought he did. Maybe he did only care about her.”
She sips from the bottle.
“At the end, the one I was in love with didn’t even say anything. He was the only one who ever made me feel like I was enough, like I could do the things I thought were impossible, even if it was only eating breakfast every day. We didn’t talk for months, and I was inconsolable. Now we’re friends again, but I can’t tell him I still love him. Why’d he tell me he loved me when all along he planned to leave?”
Here she giggles, and looks up at me, and I see the tears sparkling in her eyes despite the laughter, and she asks her last question.
“Why does no one ever stay?”
And the awful thing is, I don’t have an answer.
For once, I had nothing left to say to him. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake of fighting someone and trying to convince them to stay when they wanted to leave. I was tired, and I was sick of playing the same games every day. I didn’t give him an apology or a goodbye, it was just over. In a matter of seconds, it was as if we’d never known each other at all. Perhaps it would be better this way.
Pain is an essential part of the grooming process, and that is not accidental. Plucking the eyebrows, shaving under the arms, wearing a girdle, learning to walk in high-heeled shoes, having one’s nose fixed, straightening or curling one’s hair —these things hurt. The pain, of course, teaches an important lesson: no price is too great, no process too repulsive, no operation too painful for the woman who would be beautiful. The tolerance of pain and the romanticization of that tolerance begins here, in preadolescence, in socialization, and serves to prepare women for lives of childbearing, self-abnegation, and husband-pleasing. The adolescent experience of the “pain of being a woman” casts the feminine psyche into a masochistic mold and forces the adolescent to conform to a self-image which bases itself on mutilation of the body, pain happily suffered, and restricted physical mobility. It creates the masochistic personalities generally found in adult women: subservient, materialistic (since all value is placed on the body and its ornamentation), intellectually restricted, creatively impoverished. It forces women to be a sex of lesser accomplishment, weaker, as underdeveloped as any backward nation. Indeed, the effects of that prescribed relationship between women and their bodies are so extreme, so deep, so extensive, that scarcely any area of human possibility is left untouched by it.
Don’t say it was a good thing
Don’t say it was the right thing to do
Don’t say it was the best thing for the both of us
When I’m the one playing the foolYou’ve been lightin’ up my phone
Worried that I’ll be alone tonight
Wanna make sure that I’m fine
But, baby, you’re not on my mind, no more
I know it was the best thing for the both of us
Cause you’re the one who looks like a foolWhat do you want from me when I just wanna restart
You keep coming back for me when you’re the one who tore us apart
The truth is I’m better on my own
And I don’t wanna live in the past
So let me restart
I’m sorry I wasn’t capable of loving you the way you had loved me
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I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
