Husband goals 💖
One day, I realized he might not exist. My soulmate, I mean.
I realized there might not be someone walking around this earth just waiting to meet me. Someone with a private world just as intricate as mine that, one day, I would get to share and be a part of and know.
And I realized I was keeping a vacant spot in my heart for this person who might not exist. That I wasn’t allowing myself to be whole because how could I be whole with my other half missing?
It was an excuse, of course. A simple view of life that would exempt me from having to put in the effort of filling myself up with the love I was waiting for someone else to supply.
The reality is this: Life is a churning, chaotic thing with no guarantees, and in the throws of the tumbling you might run into people to hold on to for a while. Sometimes for a night, sometimes for life.
And holding on to someone is a worthy thing. A wonderful thing. Something to look forward to and appreciate and embrace with your whole heart.
But the love you get from holding on to someone will never be as reliable as the love you can give yourself. Right here. Right now.
So here’s my advice. Be open to love, but don’t be empty for it.
do you ever see a person you used to be friends with and you’re like “glad i got the fuck outta that one”
today i was talking to some boys about how gender roles influence their minute-to-minute behaviours and they were all “not necessarily i mean not all-” and i said “one example is interrupting women when they talk and dismissing their ideas” and silence
// yeah, you wanna find love then you know where the city is//
Fuck that anon yr rad tbh I'm glad I started following you
I’m not cute
The babe 💖
You look so cool 🌸