them: the first step toward fixing a problem is knowing you have it
me, continuing to be completely dysfunctional despite my astoundingly high level of self-awareness: okay fucker what’s the next step
I will never be ashamed of the way I love. I love wholeheartedly and passionately and that is a good thing. I will not change my free and forgiving heart because of past circumstances. I will not punish myself for my openness and willingness to love others. I will not apologize for how I love.
You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only know your favorite color or flower, but when to offer words in your rage, or the strongest embrace when no words will do.
You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only work with you but for you. Work for your happiness when you’ve forgotten how to create it.. work for your smile when your lips won’t curve.
You, my dear, deserve a conscious lover that couldn’t imagine being anything else.
if anyone wants me ill be in the dirt thinking abt love
as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.