IT SEEMS like I am perpetually chasing Love in some form or another. I’ve decided friendship is a much better suited form for me than romance. I won’t call it settling. I’ll call it “trying something new that will not potentially be so heartbreaking”.
I cannot fucking stand it when the day goes from light, to dark, to light, to dark again, with intermitent showers and rainbows. Can’t it just stay dark? Please? Rainy? I’d appreciate it right now. There are too many windows in this house, there is too much light, there are not enough rich colors, there are not enough shadows. Solely yellows and caramels and sunshine.
“I want someone who wants to understand me. I am tired of feeling like always having to understand everyone else, now I want someone who wants to know me. Someone who has scars and bruises and is tired as well, but still laughs at life and the sun and at the silly things. Someone whose hands, no matter how soft or rough, wants to touch slowly and softly. Someone who wants to hear me, who doesn’t want too much for me. Someone who will feel the things I cannot put into words or writing. Someone who wants to see me no matter how fucked up I am. Someone who wants me to listen to them too, to see in their hearts and lay in the sun with the grass blowing around us. Someone who can still dream. We are all broken, but so few really laugh with joy anymore.
I want that back. I want someone like that. Am I asking for someone perfect? I don’t think so. I would be fine if you were broken beyond repair too. All I ask is to be loved and understood.”—wears heart on sleeve: one of the answers to this loneliness.
“The thing about addiction is, it never ends well. Because eventually, whatever it is that was getting us high, stops feeling good, and starts to hurt. Still, they say you don’t kick the habit until you hit rock bottom. But how do you know when you are there? Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes, letting it go hurts even worse.”—Grey’s Anatomy (via hit-or-miss) (via kari-shma)