I don’t want any of my friends to be hurt.  :(

Once I was reminded that the effort was practice for someone I will actually love and that money can always be made again, it wasn’t too long before the chains broke themselves off.

duyugodv:

I don’t know, my last real break up was in 2008. Four years later, here I am again. Only different. I tried, and tried, and tried again…only to really just fail in the end. But failure always teaches you something. Always.

For me, it wasn’t just the idea of having you there, or the feeling of knowing there’d been love…it was the person. The person entirely. The flaws, the pain, the sporadic inability to progress, and the sternness of the love shared. It was the stubbornness, your refusal to move even when I pushed you. It was beautiful. It hurt like hell, and even though that pain may grow into resentment over time. I can’t forget this.

It’s tragic how stagnant we became, how blinded by our own insecurities we were, how young we loved. How stupidly that love impacted the decisions that were made is one thing I truly regret. You could have been the one, but I guess it wasn’t that serious to either of us. 

I’m not sad anymore. I don’t want you to be either. Fuck it. Mom always said be happy for what happens because it’ll always teach you a lesson. Fuck the bitterness, I hope you get what you deserve.

Love hard, when the opportunity presents itself. Run fast, when it all comes tumbling down. Heal properly, and when all is said and done…move along.

Just pulled my first all nighter this year.  I hate the tired feeling but I got a lot of insight and did a lot of reflecting. 

I think the overworked body contributes to the uninspired soul.  I’ve been exhausted more than I’ve been anything else.  It’s time to change that. 

1112pm:

Miss someone until you don’t.

1112pm:

Everybody wants love, even the loveless. Everybody wants the jaw-clenching passion that comes with the package of what true love entails, the type of emotion that makes an individual yearn for more regardless of the pain that attaches itself to it. Everybody wants the magic, but nobody wants the tragic heartache that results. And it’s hard to say but you really can’t have love without ache.

So I thought that I could break the mold, set an example, not for anybody else but for myself; for the sake of my own sanity and helpless and pathetic heart. I looked for conventionality. I looked for what fit the norm. And I lied to myself that this was happiness, that this kind of love is necessary and made for the deserving.

But you’re young once, I guess a call of ‘yolo’ is in place. We’re young once and we’re made reckless, we want the kind of love that makes us crazy, the kind of love that makes us cry at night. And we can’t be happy with conventional, at least not right now. So I guess my question is.. when? When does the hurting end and when does the growing up stop and why does it have to? Why does the truest love have to be the most detrimental and damaging? Why can’t we be with the one we love the most?

Finally, it feels like I’m reading Kathy’s blog again. 

If I could keep repeating the word “irrelevant” then I would.  It must have slipped my mind, not that it matters anyways.  I’m not interested in the past.  I’m too invested in the right now and future to be wasting time like that.  

I love being followed by lost dogs. Lmfao. 

I don’t follow any fashion blogs so I can’t give you any suggestions.  I just wear whatever I feel like and most of the time I don’t match.  I’m too frugal to buy expensive name brands when they are not on sale.  After all, style can’t be bought with money, only with common sense.  

Thank you for your compliment. 

(via fuckthecivilized)

Although I would prefer Hillary Clinton over President Obama any day, he stands above all the other candidates in this upcoming election.  

At least he stands up for what he believes in and what he thinks is right even if it means it might cost him a chance to continue being the President of the United States.  That is integrity and admirable character.  We cannot have a president who falters from his foundations when the going gets tough.  After all, we stand for freedom.  Freedom of marriage should not be excluded.  

We are Americans.  We all ran away from somewhere to escape suppression. Don’t bring that kind of shit in our country and let it thrive.  Everyone deserves the American Dream.