Make no mistake, THESE WILL BE MINE! (Taken with instagram)
“I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.”
- Henry Rollins
(via awayfromtheundertow)
Mad Hatters Tea-Party
It’s like nobody ever told me I had a choice in love. Like, if you like him enough and he likes you enough you are somehow contractually obligated to stick around.
If he is still in then you must be still in because what? You think you have some kind of choice in it? You think that you are allowed to walk away from someone who is actually silly enough to love you? You think there will ever be anyone else who will love you again?
Its like I didn’t know that I wasn’t at the mercy of a mans decisions, like I honestly didn’t realise that even if he changed his mind, came back and wanted another try, I was allowed to say no. I was allowed to assert myself. I was allowed to take control.
My background kicks my butt!
We had a bit of a tea party..
- romeo: hey i just met you.
- romeo: and this is crazy.
- romeo: but i saw you at your dad's party that i wasn't supposed to attend and i thought you were pretty cute so i followed you and we kissed but then your nanny called you away and i found out you were a capulet and got bummed so i sneaked into your back yard in the middle of the night and climbed your balcony uninvited to profess my undying love after an hour even though i wanted to bone rosaline like two scenes ago.
- romeo: so marry me maybe.
- THIS! THIS! 1 MILLION TIMES THIS!
Taken with instagram
I know that one day we will both look back on these days and I will forgive him and he will forgive me and we will know beyond a doubt that we were just doing the best we knew how.
We both have battle wounds, nobody came out unscarred. We both loved and let ourselves be loved. There was pain, yes but there was also joy and I wish not for him to be alone nor to disappear. I wish for him to fade slowly into my memories and let go of my present. The sepia that seems to carpet our past puts a nostalgic glow on the harshness of reality so I pray he places me there where I can stay forever at 22. His first love but not his last.
I love how people have this amazing capability to heal. They break a bone or cut their leg and it will heal back together, they bruise and it fades with time, their wounds soon become scars and they go on living as if it never happened.
The same thing happens with the heart. We are all somewhere on this spectrum of healing, some of us with gaping wounds and some of us so far from impact that the scar is barely recognisable. But one thing is true; we are all healing.
When I am broken I need someone to help put their hand on my wounds to stop the bleeding and then in turn I put my hand on someone elses wound to stop their bleeding. We can’t fix people, we can’t make their life go back to before they were broken but we can help them to heal. We can stop the bleeding.
