May 2013
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March 2013
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February 2013
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I date my surroundings. They invite my curiosity, converse with me in interesting analogies, and when I need soft affection I duck inside the portals to find anyone, waiting to feel comforted, too - not hungry, thirsty, forgotten or alone. In this, I am satisfied.
January 2013
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You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33 minutes to respond because he took 23. It’s not because you met up with your ex that night at 5 a.m. that no one knows about, or because you kissed another boy after a date with a loser.
You’re not single because you spit food on that date or tripped coming out the the movie theatre. You’re not single because you hurt your first boyfriend really badly when you were 15 or because you have yet, to this day, to apologize. It’s not because you were secretly jealous when your friend got a boyfriend or that a guy you dated for two months now has a really cute girlfriend and looks really happy. And you’re happy for him. But still ill that he found someone before you.
You’re not single because you slept with your ex boyfriend. You’re not single because half the world found out when you didn’t even want to remember it yourself. You’re not single because you think the guy your friend wants to hook you up with is ugly or not tall enough. It’s not because you’re not willing to put up with someone who doesn’t brush their teeth on a regular basis.
You’re not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It’s not because you didn’t like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren’t feeling it. And it’s not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get home and wash all the makeup off your face. You’re not single because you didn’t learn enough from the past or would rather chill on a Friday night with your blanket and a cold beer than shower, get ready, and go out. You’re not single because something is wrong with you.
You are single because you are single. It’s really as simple as that. You haven’t made the connection with another heart yet. You can get dolled up, dress cute, cut your hair, dye your hair, tweeze your eyebrows, put on lipstick and you may still. be. single. You can go out to a bar hoping to meet the love of your life and not find a damn one in the place attractive. And it’s going to remain that way until it’s time for you to find one. Stop hoping for it. Start living the life that you do have instead of wishing for things that you don’t have. There will come a time you’ll meet a boy and you’ll have to give up some of this single freedom you currently have. Start being more thankful. Start doing that now.
” —Why You’re Single by Amanda Crute
Yes. I am so very happy being single, and it took me long enough to realize it. Be in a relationship with yourself!
(via thatkindofwoman)
June 2012
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May 2012
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April 2012
4 posts
“I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.”
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I think I’m going to get really into Sylvia Plath.
“The kind of friends who find the many unremarkably casual things of life transfigured into deep moments of joy, simply because they are shared with one another.”
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Kinfolk Magazine, Vol. 3
“An Unremarkably Casual Thing” by Austin Sailsbury
(via thatkindofwoman)
March 2012
7 posts
“The only people that interest me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.”
—Jack Kerouac- On the Road (via thatkindofwoman)
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The city is full of hidden corners. Those rooms on those floors of those buildings you’ve only glanced at hold secrets. I didn’t realize it stood so high or that the elevator would open to a studio with mirrors and black floors and a window that looked out onto the night sky.
“Down the street,…
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
—Sylvia Plath
Women are so delightfully insightful.
February 2012
9 posts
“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.”
—Ernest Hemingway (via scout) in a letter to Hadley Richardson, December 23, 1920. (via teaforonesvp)
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