I’ve found that it just takes extra coaxing, I’ve realized that my big tough bb needs to be soothed and cuddled at times, too. I’m used to being the wounded one, it’s hard for me to stand strong unless I feel secure and like I have someone to lean on. It’s just a series of miscommunications and stressful events and not getting to be with each other enough. B ut we always come back together, no matter what’s falling apart. Without each other nothing would be true or beautiful or right with the world or worth anything at all. I have these silly notions of how love shouldn’t be “work”. It should just happen and be wonderful and you shouldn’t have to “try”. but that’s a ridiculously immature way of thinking. of course it takes fucking work, of course you have to try. easy doesn’t mean better. I don’t know, I’ve felt a very positive wave of energy out of nowhere and I hope it keeps up because I’ve been miserable for weeks.and I’m tired of it, there’s no use in it. I just want to live and love and be loved. and laugh all night about anything with my ruca.
When i was thirteen, I grew the fuck up and realized it wasn’t my business what other people define themselves as. If we want to live in a world where people are accepted for who they are then we can’t really pick and choose who we do and don’t judge harshly. If they’re not going out of their way to do anything wrong and it’s not hurting other people then you shouldn’t waste what could otherwise be positive energy on it.
I need everything on my own terms, my way, until i get where i want to be. I was made to feel powerless for so much of my youth, i refuse to let anyone impose that upon me now.
I have barely been myself long enough to compromise my life for another person.
That’s what i mean.
I’ve always told myself that people can’t accept evolution, people can’t accept progression, people just want to make their boxes for you and make it so that you can never outgrow them.
Indulge, experiment, find your passion and give it your soul. What else are we going to do here? You really don’t know how much time you’ll be allowed here, make every second count.
Maybe this is what happens when you’ve grown into it too deep, I don’t know. It’s a vicious cycle and I know my limits, I can’t take this.
Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary – I know all the other words. None of them speak the same language that my fucking heart does.
There will always be a reason why you meet people. Either you need them to change your life or you’re the one that will change theirs.
