let me tell you something:
no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered
and think -
damn, you are beautiful.
no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and
assemble them into a beautiful whole.
hell,
you won’t even look at yourself and think -
I made broken look beautiful.
you know why?
because all those writers lied to you.
yes,
all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and
blood dripping down chins,
pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like
hurricanes.
liars.
so you and i,
we are going to make a plan.
you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror,
you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you
but still writes about you.
here is what you are going to romanticize instead:
you are going to romanticize the first day of spring,
its gentle hands all over your body,
lifting you up until you are as light as a feather.
you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love,
no hurricanes,
but sunshine that builds you up from within,
that helps you make it through the worst days.
you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend
in yours,
telling you that it is going to be okay.
because it is.
and don’t trust poets,
we’re no good,
we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality -
there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and
empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls.
you know what is beautiful, instead?
the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile,
scars and all.
music that makes your soul flow like a river,
books that offer comfort,
families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm,
friends that give you strength when you can find none,
lovers who make you laugh through tears.
baby,
from now on
you are going to romanticize healing;
honey dripping down your fingertips,
August nights that stick to your skin,
the day you find your purpose,
long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now.
bad news:
no one is coming to save you.
good news:
you can save yourself.
You don’t have to wait for someone to treat you bad repeatedly. All it takes is once, and if they get away with it that once, if they know they can treat you like that, then it sets the pattern for the future.
I don’t understand why we continually hurt ourselves by choosing people who only make us feel small.
We go back to the ones who wrecked our hearts and caused us pain.
We confuse history with chemistry and falling in love with a concept of time.
It’s a way of thinking that traps you in mediocrity.
We replay a highlight reel of moments of bliss to justify the pain.
We sell ourselves short.
What happened to our 5-year-old confidence?
We believed we were superheroes and princesses, and we dreamed of being grand when we grew up.
Now that we’ve grown, how much have we settled for?
We go to school to get a degree in something we don’t care for because society tells us what good majors will give us jobs that pay a livable wage.
We lose passion because we are influenced to think we can’t find the balance between loving life and living it.
We lose our innocence, and we lose that childlike quality of trying to be grand.
What happened to the idea of romance and true love?
What about the grand romances we saw in Disney movies?
Why has love become something we settle for among all the other things?
In relationships, there’s always one who molds the other.
The other person will start even thinking like the other, and a total imbalance occurs.
In this imbalance, you have one who controls the thoughts and actions of both, while the other person just quietly lets his or her partner shine.
That is not love.
We believe the length of a relationship equals the amount of love we have for someone.
I don’t believe in that equation.
A person who believes in true love chases the feelings dreams are made of.
There is no perception of time, there are no broken hearts with the right one and no one is outshining the other.
The chaser of love values connection, not the idea true love equals the most amount of time you spend with someone.
True love is more than time spent.
This generation loves the person who can be shown off on Instagram.
Man Crush Mondays and Women Crush Wednesdays are a part of the highlight reel of fictitious images that portray something grand.
But, this superficial love is one I see often.
Why are we so obsessed with the portrayal of a relationship rather than the actual relationship?
I get it; being happy is scary, and being comfortable is easy.
You fall into a pattern of life, and you realize you’re only with someone because you feel like so much time was invested.
You won’t get hurt, and you don’t have to try very hard.
That person is always just there.
The chase is done, or maybe it never even happened.
Love is when your heart has been broken, and someone gives you part of his or her own heart to fix yours.
We confuse history with chemistry.
People don’t change, so we romanticize the one we adore.
In reality, you are only fooling yourself.
It’s a cycle that will only leave you heartbroken.
If history is the only thing that binds you two together, the time spent together will feel like an obligation.
Choose the one who makes a positive impact on your heart and soul.
Choose the one who grows with you and doesn’t extinguish your fire.
Choose someone who is your best friend.
Find someone who compliments you and doesn’t complete you.
You are whole on your own.
You will not find yourself in another person.
Fill yourself up with your own dreams, goals, success and love.
True love will find you.
Some love stories aren’t amazing novels. Some are short stories.
That doesn’t make them any less filled with love, and that doesn’t mean the short time spent together wasn’t real.
Keep your view of the world through the eyes of a child.
They have an innocence about them that is unpretentious and very real.
It seems as you grow into adulthood we lose that innocent way of thinking that anything is possible.
Once you lose it, you start talking through past tenses of memories.
Keep that spirit alive, and keep that mindset when discovering love.
There is no equation for true love, but don’t fall into mediocrity and comfort with the concept of time.
Demetra Demi, We Confuse History With Chemistry. Falling In Love With A Concept Of Time. (via wnq-writers)
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.