@sketiana on tumblr // Clementine Von Radics, James // Nicole Homer, Underbelly // unknown // Taylor Swift, You're On Your Own Kid // Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood // Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems; “In a dream”
Love is many things but it is also an agreement where both parties state their needs, their expectations, their limits. Both must be honest with each other and themselves, and go in with eyes wide open. Things must be talked out loud, and not assumed. Hurts must not be allowed to fester and anything that bothers or upsets you must be brought out to the light even if it is difficult. Communication must always remain open and vibrant for change is inevitable and these conversations must be had constantly. If there comes a time you cannot come to an understanding then please part before bitterness and hurt take over and obliterate every good memory from both of your hearts. Love is an agreement, a pact, a promise, something that must be held in reverence and honored by those involved.
It's true, love - the real kind - brings you back to yourself, even if you didn't realize you were away from yourself. It brings you closer to your essence, reminds you of what you are and have been for all eternity, makes you look at yourself with clear eyes and an open soul; it takes away your fears, calms your doubts, makes you regain confidence in yourself. Love - yes, the real one - will make you look at the key to your heart, the one you never lost, but thought you did because you distrusted your own heart.
Es verdad, el amor —el verdadero— te devuelve a ti mismo, aun si no te habías dado cuenta de que estabas alejado de ti. Te acerca a tu esencia, te recuerda lo que eres y has sido por toda la eternidad, te hace mirarte con ojos limpios y el alma abierta; te quita los miedos, te calla las dudas, te hace recuperar la confianza en ti. El amor —sí, el verdadero— te hará mirar la llave a tu corazón, ésa que jamás perdiste, pero creíste haberlo hecho por desconfiar de tu propio corazón.
I hope you have the courage to choose yourself, over and over. I hope you have the courage to move forward, not backwards. To choose growth over comfort, to choose possibility over the past. I hope you know how worthy you are of everything you've ever wanted, even if an unkind heart has caused you to believe otherwise. Your soft heart deserves to feel loved and chosen, not just today, but every day. I hope you wake up each day feeling hopeful and encouraged, knowing that you're so capable of every single thing you want to do, big or small. I hope you remember to think beyond your comfort zone from time to time and never forget the importance of growth. I hope you remember that progression isn't always easy and sometimes the things that scare you will actually get you a lot closer to where you want to be. I hope you make the most of each day and know that you are worthy of the life you have been gifted, that you are worthy of success and deserve all the triumphs you've worked so hard for and all beautiful things coming your way.
Truth is that the heart needs more forms of love from your partner than just romantic love. It needs the nurturing and unconditional love like the one that comes from a parent. It needs the love that helps you achieve your maximum potential, that empowers your virtues and is patient with your flaws like that of a teacher. It needs the love of a friend who will listen without judgment, who will laugh with you and be your confidant and accomplice. It needs the devoted love of a healer who will tend to your wounds and hurts and never turn a blind eye to your suffering but rather help the healing process knowing all the time the healing and the timing is all yours. Love is more than just romance and passion, and sooner or later it will die out if you do not nurture all the other faces of love. For if love has a thousand faces, how bland would it be if my love for you were the same one all the time.
Love should not feel like a drama movie. It shouldn’t be in constant turmoil; it shouldn’t be full of ups and downs. It is not supposed to hurt more than it makes you happy. The feeling of bliss should be long-lasting and not something that happens once every month after days of fighting. You shouldn’t have to fight to make someone love you with their whole heart and to give you respect. Love shouldn’t be burning you. The unending emotional misery is not a part of real love that you have to put up with - you don’t have to put up with abuse to be loved. Relationships can hurt, but love is supposed to feel good at its core. It is supposed to make you feel good and safe, not scared it will leave you at any second. It isn’t supposed to feel sharp in your hands when you hold it. It isn’t supposed to make your heart torn.