“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
— Neil Gaiman
Ahh nothing has changed, yet everything has changed.
to be completely honest, i don’t think i ever really enjoyed december.
It’s generally an exciting time of the year right? Christmas is in full swing, extravagant parties and New Years just around the corner (not to mention my birthday, the week before Christmas for those of you who care). I should be happy right? But why is it that heading into december, i always have knots in my stomach. I feel uncomfortable, slightly unhappy and downright irritable at times. Oh wait…I do know…I guess years of disappointing Decembers must have something to do with this.
Please 2013, don’t disappoint me again this year. i don’t know if i could really take another shitty holiday season.
spending almost the entire day nestled in your arms drifting in and out of sleep.
waking up the next morning to find that you’re still here.
coming home and realizing that you’re still here… you’re standing in my kitchen, and yes…you’re real.
i could spend every day for the rest of time like this.
At the end of the day it’d be easier to muster the very last of your energy to be pleasant than to deal with the consequences of not doing so the next day.
Thank you for ruining my entire weekend.
Sometimes it feels like doing the right thing,doing what makes you happy and doing what makes me happy are three different things that cannot coexist in the same world.
I don’t know what to do. I know what I want to do, I know what I wish you would do but everything just feels so far right now.
I really need you but you’re slipping away.