Love is unique. It’s never the same from person to person. It’s finding hope in every day. It’s learning something new about a person every day, whether that person is yourself or another. It’s about compliment, not completion. It’s about growth. It’s about a journey. It’s about discipline, adventure, rebellion, and compromise, all at once. It’s about a simple smile being enough to bring light to the darkest of times. It’s about a reminder that you are not alone. It’s an opportunity to inspire, and to be inspired. It’s a place of safety. It’s a place of comfort. It’s for and through God. It’s the most unexplainable form of happiness, the most incredibly fulfilling form of success. It just is.
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you.
Being feminine is being desired and hated at the same time. A feminine body or mind is expected to be open and receiving to everything from others’ emotional baggage to sexual fantasies of total strangers. At the same time, receptivity (not that this defines femininity by any means) is considered weak and inferior. The result of this is often violence. Femininity is to be present for other’s needs and then destroyed for its perceived weaknesses.
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (…) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.