“Sleeping next to someone,
not with someone, is perhaps
the most intimate you will
ever be with another human.
In sleep, we are completely
defenseless. We are soft
and supple and childlike.
Our hard exteriors falls away
when the sand hits our eyes.
The way you sleep, with your
face softened and your arms
wrapped around my waist,
is the most beautiful thing
I have ever seen. I am not an
artist, but I may become one
just so that I can capture that
moment.”—Michelle K., I Miss Sleeping Next To You. (via birthdayse-x)
“I want this too. I want all of it. The pointless bickering, the long walks, the late night phone calls, the good morning texts. I want cute pictures with you, to hold your hand, to make food for you, to call you baby. The joking, the wrestling, the fights, the long how-I-feel messages after we make up. I want to be one of those inseparable best friend couples where people are like “You guys are still together?” That’s what I want. With you.”—(via thelovewhisperer)
shout out to the people who believe in me: 1. my beautiful and supportive roommates, who understand that sometimes i need to be alone but sometimes i just need to talk to them for hours, who know i can succeed, and who put up with living with me most of their days. 2. my amazing boyfriend, who’s given me more chances than i deserve, who loves me unconditionally, who tells me every day that he knows i’m getting my life together and that i will do great things. 3. my other two best friends, one in vancouver and one in waterloo, who i may not see every day but they still give the motivation and conversation that i need to keep going, even if it’s a tough talk, they always stick with me. 4. my new best boy friend, who made me forget the old, who lets me be who i am, who likes me for the good and the bad and the not so sane, who tells me i can work everything out. 5. my family, who’ve dealt with this all too familiarly, who i may not see as often as i like but i can always turn to them, who help me make my weaknesses a strength for others, and who always support my endeavours.
i’m just like really grateful today i was thinking about things and man everyone is great i just :’)
keep a box of mementos, souvenirs of your current world. in a couple of years you’ll look through it with the detached sentimentality of a stranger who has vaguely known your stories. you’ll read over the letters and skim through journals. you’ll mark the nights that have changed you….
I am surprised by how much sex I have had in my life that I didn’t want to have. Not exactly what’s considered “real” rape, or “date” rape, although it is a kind of rape of the spirit - a dishonest portrayal or distortion of my own desire in order to appease another person.
I said yes because I felt it was too much trouble to say no. I said yes because I didn’t want to have to defend my “no,” qualify it, justify it - deserve it. I said yes because I thought I was so ugly and fat that I should just take sex every time it was offered, because who knew when it would be offered again. I said yes to partners I never wanted in the first place, because to say no at any point after saying yes for so long would make our entire relationship a lie, so I had to keep saying yes in order to keep the “no” I felt a secret. That is such a messed-up way to live, such an awful way to love.
So these days, I say yes only when I mean yes. It does require some vigilance on my part to make sure I don’t just go on sexual automatic pilot and let people do whatever. It forces me to be really honest with myself and others. It makes me remember that loving myself is also about protecting myself and defending my own borders. I say yes to me.
1. type 50 words. they can be words for your essay or just words in general but if they apply to your essay you’ll be done faster
2. spend half an hour on tumblr, on facebook, crying, or anything else other than essay writing.
3. repeat until a) your essay is done, b) you have no more tears left, or c) your endless hours spent on the internet have told you how much you need to do the essay so you can pass and maybe make something of yourself other than a sad internet addict.
the most stupidest thing invented are those little dangly things on dresses that help you hang dresses or shirts…. when the thing has straps. i dont need your dangles, the dangles just dangle everywhere, get the hell away from me. dangly pieces of sh*t…. im so alone