day-dreams.

scattredthoughts:

Here’s the thing about people with good hearts. They give you excuses when you don’t explain yourself. They accept apologies you don’t give. They see the best in you when you don’t need them to. At your worst, they lift you up, even if it means putting their priorities aside. The word “busy” does not exist in their dictionary. They make time, even when you don’t. And you wonder why they’re the most sensitive people. You wonder why they’re the most caring people. You wonder why they are willing to give so much of themselves with no expectation in return. You wonder why their existence is not so essential to your well-being. It’s because they don’t make you work hard for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think they’ve earned and you accept the love you think you’re entitled to. Let me tell you something. Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you. Our skies don’t become gray out of no where. Our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take over for no reason. A heart does not turn cold unless it’s been treated with coldness for a while.

-Najwa Zabian

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fr3ight-train:

acutelesbian:

fat-thin-skinny:

acutelesbian:

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

this fucks me up every single time

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

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littlesqueal:

AT THE END OF THE DAY YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT GOES ON AND WHAT IS SAID BEHIND CLOSE DOORS? SO WHY DOES EVERYONE LIKE TO PRETEND AND ASSUME THEY’RE APART OF PEOPLES LIVES THAT THEY LITERALLY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT?? PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE. PEOPLE BREAK UP. PEOPLE ARE WRONG. PEOPLE ARE RIGHT. BUT Y’KNOW WHAT? THAT’S FOR THE PERSON THEM SELF TO DECIDE NOT SOMEONE WHO SITS AND LOOKS AT PICTURES OF THE PERSON AND THINKS THEY KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON. NO ONE TELLS YOU HOW TO LIVE OR WHAT YOUR LIFE IS LIKE. SO WHY DO YOU THINK ITS OKAY TO DO THAT TO SOMEONE YOU FOLLOW? BECAUSE IT’S THE INTERNET RIGHT? IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT YOU SAY RIGHT? IF IT TRULY DOESNT MATTER THEN WHY DO PEOPLE LIE IN BED AT NIGHT CRYING THEMSELVES TO SLEEP OVER THE THINGS PEOPLE HAVE SAID TO THEM BECAUSE THE PERSON WHO SAID IT THOUGHT THAT THERE WAS GOING TO BE NO BACKLASH. DON’T ASSUME. DON’T ACT LIKE YOU KNOW, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY DON’T TREAT SOMEONE WITH DISRESPECT UNTIL YOU HAVE PUT YOURSELF IN THEIR SHOES. THANK AND GOODBYE.