There are some things you can’t share without ending up l i k i n g each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.
“You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy the person that you love.”— Callie Torres - Grey’s Anatomy (via blacknwhitetimemachine)
I don’t know how to tell people that walking in and sitting down would be looking at all those pieces of furniture and things that used to be in boxes and remembering exactly where they rubbed me raw and bumped me black and blue when I moved them, and the floor I scrubbed and the counter I cleared of mysterious sticky stuff and all, all the things I dusted and washed.
And those are just the physical objects.
No thank you.
It’s not about the kissing, holding hands, the dates, the sex, and showing off. It’s about being with someone who makes you happy in a way that no one else can. It’s about being with someone who accepts you and your weirdness. It’s about being yourself around them and they can be their self around you.
1 & 1/2 cups of milk.
1 tablespoon of baking soda.
1/2 teaspoon of I miss you.
1/2 tea spoon of are you thinking of me too?
1/4 cup of cold wind kissing your skin first thing in the morning.
1/3 cup of I am so tired of waking up without you.
2 shots of winter with a dash of cinnamon.
Add extra bits of loneliness and insecurities to taste.
Mix the milk with the eggs. Let someone new kiss you the way I used to.
Add in baking soda. Don’t think of me. I’ll pretend I’m over it,
over you, over everything, over anything.
Preheat the oven. Don’t bother anymore.
Just let it go. I can’t cook or
write a recipe, but I sure can
it infuriates me when people tell me “lifes too short to not forgive people!” like NO lifes too short for me to continually allow abusive and manipulative behavior in my life and live in a constant state of anxiety bc I want to be “nice” or whatever
There’s such a big difference between moving past what someone did to you, and forgiving someone for it. I’ve never understood why people think the latter is necessary in order to do the former.
^ Thank you!
Many doors, knock on one
Standin' still, time is raging
Staring down the mouth of a hundred thousand guns
And you're still here, you're still here