“Codependency isn’t sexy. It isn’t romantic. It’s built with a fuse and will surely burn out. The healthiest thing you can say to the one you love is, “I would be okay without you, and that’s why I choose to stay.””—LB, A Few Things About Love (via dangervvank)
If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you.
If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you.
If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you.
If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you.
If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.
If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you.
If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you.
If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you.
If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you.
And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus.
Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?
when someone’s so attractive you want to fuck their brains out in the craziest way imaginable but they’re also rly nice and interesting and you wanna give their heart lil kisses and read books with them and cook breakfast for them in the morning
I don't know who Ayn Rand is. Should I change that or just let it lie?
Imagine the baby that would result from a night of passion between Ebenezer Scrooge (before the spirits changed his ways) and Mr. Krabs from Spongebob. Now imagine that baby grew up and married the baby that would result from a night of passion between Yzma from the Emperor’s New Groove and Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. Now imagine the newlyweds had a baby of their own, and that baby was raised aboard a Ferengi Starship, where she was tutored in empathy and compassion by Lord Voldemort. Now imagine that baby grew up and someone told her that any opinions she might have or conclusions she might reach are based on objective logic and reason, and that anyone who disagrees with her is simply being irrational. Now multiply that person’s greed and heartlessness by 100 and you’ll begin to see something that comes close to resembling Ayn Rand.
I finally got my ex to sign the fucking deposit checks. So it’s now official - he’s fully out of my life. I cannot describe how amazing this feels. It’s like a weight has been lifted, but it’s even more than that. I moved on from him months ago, but I knew that there was going to be stuff to deal with once our lease ended. And when that happened, he handled it so poorly and immaturely that it made my life so much more stressful. Because not only did I have to deal with a guy who emotionally and verbally abused me for 6 months, I had to deal with his childish bullshit to get even a third of what he owed me, financially. But I’m in such a better place since we broke up, and now I can put our entire relationship in the past. Definitely learned some lessons, but it’s just such a relief he’s out of my life for good. I just feel… free.
“And it has been
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.”—Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year. (via awelltraveledwoman)
talked with my mom yesterday about how my ex was emotionally abusive. she was totally supportive, and completely agreed, and then we talked about what I have to do if I end up taking him to small claims court. My mom is really great. I miss living closer to her.
yeah, I’m okay. My shoulder was a little bruised/sore, but it’s better now. My car is still in the shop, probably not going to get it back until end of next week at the earliest. But I’m okay, the damages aren’t too bad considering, and I’ve got temporary transportation. So all in all, things could be worse. It sucks, but I’m counting my lucky stars that it wasn’t worse.
car situation is being dealt with. less stressed. my insurance company is being awesome if the charges become out of my budget. but first look today suggests minimal damage. I’m hoping the mechanic tomorrow comes back with the same news.
my shoulder is still sore though. I don’t know what part of the accident caused it, but I’m hoping it’s just a little stiff and nothing is actually wrong with it.
still freaking out. woke up crying and super nauseated. feeling sick about the whole thing. now I get to wait for a body shop to open and hope that it’s not going to cost too much money to fix… I was finally getting to an okay position where I was starting to save money. So much for that. and I get to bail on all my plans today.
Who told you
That the best part about you
Is your negative space?
Who told you
That your laugh lines
Are a burden?
Who told you
To say “I’m fine”
When someone asks you
How you’re really doing?
Who told you
That wet eyes
And tear filled cheeks
Are something to be
Pick yourself up.
Dust yourself off.
As long as I am breathing
I will not let you
Throw your soul
Into a waste compactor.
You are allowed to
Take up space and
Show emotion and
Finish your plate and
Forget your weight and
Smile your brightest and
Cry your hardest but
Do not give up.
”—THIS ISN’T YOUR HOME BUT YOU STILL BELONG HERE (2014)by Keaton Webb (via theboyiswild)