The Story Of Us:
The story of us:
I’ve been single for over two years now and I haven’t been fussed about getting into a relationship at all. People constantly ask why I am still single, there is not answer just simply because I wasn’t bothered by the fact that I was single, I am happy and I don’t need someone to make me happy because really only I can make myself happy.
Recently someone i vaguely knew as a child walked into my life, it was very un-expecting and I had no intentions on getting into a relationship. He fooled me as it was Aprils fool, I instantly found myself smiling at the situation because it was so funny. He made me laugh without even knowing even when I was rejected as it was a joke. This moment was the beginning on a journey I didn’t plan.
I obviously had expectations to the person I would want to make a life with, hence why I’ve been single and haven’t let a soul into my life. I’ve always wanted someone who I could openly be myself with, someone who knew my whole life journey, someone who understood my beliefs and values without judgements, someone who had a gentle soul but with strong moralities, someone my family would love, someone not only attractive on the outside but also on the inside. But most of all, I wanted someone who I could potentially spend the rest of my life with. This is why it makes it hard for me because how do you know its the right one? Does the right one even exist?
I can honestly admit that I’ve never felt love. What is even love? Love really has no meaning because to me love is everything. I wonder where this journey will take us... perhaps I might find the love of my life?
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Oh Miranda stop it
Love and stress: Multitasking doesn't come easy, unless you're not aware that you are multitasking. I have found myself in a predicament that involves being childishly in love and staying focused to get through the last few weeks of university. I'm not here complaining about life, but to talk about how I feel and how I am managing this stage of my life. This stage of my life is actually the topping to a bitter dessert. I've been studying ongoing and 5 years later, I am literally coming to the end of my schooling years. In about two weeks I am officially done and can start looking for a proper job. But lately I know that I have been slacking with prioritizing uni with love. When you're in love, all that you want to do is spend every breathing second with your companion. No matter the hours and hours spent together, it just isn't enough. I could lay in bed all day without a single thought of having to get my assessments done, I could stare at his face without getting sore from smiling from happiness, I could listen to him talk for hours without being afraid to get sick of his voice. It feels like paradise with every eye contact and I honestly don't think I could ever get sick of studying his expressions. In the other hand, I am quiet aware of the fact that I keep pushing aside work that will determine whether I will walk away as a teacher or not. I am aware that I may be enjoying the love life a little to much. I am aware that all my assesments are piling up, and they need to get done as soon as possible otherwise I will become an owl. I am aware of it all and I am somewhat stressed about it, but the advantage for me is that I am quiet a chiller when it comes to meeting deadlines. I find myself work better under pressure, knowing that I need to get it done. That is how I deal with it. I've gotten through the past 5 years of uni with this attitude and this performance. If I had done it wrong, I wouldn't be here today... So I must be doing it right... In my own way. Loving him has been the best thing that's happened to me since I bought my first ever car, which was a huge step into my pathway to becoming an independent young woman. I know that my work needs to be done, I am quiet informed of it, but being in love is just so much more fun. I will get my work done eventually.
I think I understand now why so many artists create out of a place of sadness. Pain is one of the most powerful emotions a soul can feel, and when it holds hands with love, it is intoxicating and overwhelming to the point that such small hearts must project some of that pain into art, music or poetry, or be consumed by it. We can only relieve ourselves of a fraction of that pain though. If we got rid of all of it we would be nothing. Absent. Sometimes our pain, just like our happiness, defines us
Z.M. (via wordsnquotes)
So beautifully written
And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
Lonesome Traveler (Jack Kerouac)
This dress is to die for!
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Perfection
Amazing
I’ll Tumblr For Ya
Terry Richardson, October 2013
Alone:
Don’t fall into the world’s trap where the norm is to have a false conception of love. Being alone doesn’t mean the world have fast paced ahead of you. Solitude and loneliness should be embraced, not frowned upon. The only way to understand oneself is through loneliness. Love to be alone. Love the quietness. Love that you have no one but yourself to push you through. Just because all the people you know have a partner, it doesn’t mean you need a partner too. Be unique. Yes it gets lonely at times, yes seeing couples together makes me jealous, but at the end of the day I am not gonna be with someone just for the sake of fitting in with the rest of my world of people dating. Fight the desert road alone, it’ll be a dry and dreadful road but once you conquer it, you’ll find that the desert road provided you you with the strength and courage to love yourself even more. For being brave and strong from the luring liquid of influences you didn’t need. For not depending on another person.
