I think relationships in general are over romanticized like at the end of the day I’m pretty sure a good relationship is just two people who know how to hang out and talk to each other, not whether or not they can right all your wrongs or paint a picture of a thousand suns with the breath from your lungs or some shit.
“Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.”—Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via larmoyante)
Feminism did not invent an irrational fear that all men are violent; the high number of men who are violent rapists and commit violence against women are responsible for fostering this very realistic fear. This is called a class analysis.
Watching Anastasia for the very first time alone in my room after two glasses of wine was the wrong choice if activity. I want to cry about literally everything. I miss my boyfriend so much, I miss my family, I’m a terrible friend, talentless but I don’t really believe any if this.
So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.
Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.
“We could have loved each other, I was sure of that. But at what point in time, at what place in the world? Nowhere on earth, in any case, and at no point in the future.”—Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via sabrinadorronsoro)