Let’s be honest here…
I found this on Facebook. It was posted by a young lady…
“When you love someone, you will go to the end of the world for them and back.”
Seriously, when has a woman gone to the ends of the world and back for a man? Name one instance.
(via cranberrygeese)
Finding Me…
I find myself at an interesting point: For years now, I thought I would only be happy if I found someone to help me carry the load. I hoped and prayed there would be a woman to come along, mature and loving, who would give me a reason to work harder, a place to come home to, someone to provide an emotional cradle for when I’m in a bad place. And I found someone who did. And for a while it was great.
The trouble was, I was expecting the sophistication and understanding of a woman in her mid-to-late twenties, and when I was faced with someone who had barely passed the mental age of a ninth grader, I didn’t want to believe it.
After she left, I began to feel that I was looking for something that was impossible, something unachievable. I began to wonder whether or not I could ever feel that way again about someone, or if this experience had left me calloused and alone. I took it upon myself to actively try and find a person to fill that void, but months and years lead to nothing. No one was interested, and I wasn’t interested in those that were. I began to spin into a terrible emotional state, where I was unable to form a mental picture of happiness without the image of a female present.
But then, I began to think. I thought and thought and thought, and through the help of dear friends and mentors, I realized all I have to do is be me. I need to stop looking and just work and have fun with myself. If I blossom as a human being, rather than looking for a human being to make me blossom, then when someone does come along, they’ll find me as… me, and they’ll like me for who I am, rather than like me for liking them.
I’m not giving up. I’m just realizing that the first step is to find confidence and ability in myself before I can form confidence and ability in someone else.
All I wanted…
All I ever wanted was to be your reason to stay…
—Some Boys
“Do you like the television show, The Jersey Shore? Yeah, I live down there…and uh, it gets weird. Do you think I would look good with a blow out…like a big ole haircut? Maybe I could gain a few pounds, put on some muscle, do a push up or two. What do you think? Would you like me if I was tan? I’ve got Irish skin, it gets red in the sun but would I look better if I was tan? …No. No.”
(via fuckyeahgaslightanthem)
I was messaged this today…
“gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhow do u deal with being singleeeeeits only been two weeks but i hate it”
I lol.
