<3. Feels, man.
that feeling you get when you write a long tumblr rant post for hours and you finally finish it and you want to post it and chrome or tumblr freaks out on you and you lose your whole post.
That just happened to me. I wrote a whole post about Oz the Great and Powerful and it was a beautiful post but now I lost the whole thing and I’m too demoralized to write it again. I shall go to sleep now with a heavy heart tumblr. Thank you for losing me all my work.
Do you want an empty life or a meaningful death?
switching on your computer before you make yourself food so by the time you come back your computer is turned on and waiting for you like a naked lover
How I get ready
Because I think that these were great reads and wonderful, and everyone could use them. And at the very least, I wanted to preserve them somewhere for myself, and where better than my online diary? :)
And really, just remember:
"Be kind to yourself and protect yourself, and use this time to get to know who you are, minus another. Because that is great and wonderful, and will lead you to everything you’ve been looking for all along."
That is the most important thing.
EDIT;;; PS. This excerpt from one of the articles, I just have to quote as well, because I believe it wholeheartedly myself and couldn’t have put it better. See! I’m not the only crazy one who thinks this way. You can move on, but you can still love your ex, if you think they were someone who deserves to be loved. You can still care about them. It doesn’t have to be end all, and trust me, one day, I believe all that good karma you’re building will come back to reward you. I KNOW IT WILL! :) So love everyone and yourself!
Your friends are going to probably be pushing you to “get over it” or “just forget about him/her”. Look, you feel the way you feel and you’re entitled to it. By denying it or telling yourself you’re wrong for still having these feelings, you’re only making the situation worse. You know what I say? Never stop loving. That is not me saying to become an obsessive stalker who never gets over their ex though, so listen carefully. Never stop loving, but love without expectations. I don’t know how to quite put this in words, so let me give you an example from my life:
I was absolutely devastated when my ex dumped me. When he sat me down that night, I was totally convinced he was going to tell me he loved me for the first time and instead he told me he couldn’t see me anymore. Needless to say, I was truly taken aback. All my friends told me to get over him, but my philosophy was you get what you give. Just because I loved him, didn’t mean he had to love me back. I was okay with him not loving me back. I didn’t even try to get back together with him. I knew by letting my heart express itself, I would have that love returned to me one day. I wasn’t sure who it would be, but I knew someday someone would reciprocate the love I was capable of.
I may be crazy, but I believe from the bottom of my heart that this faith in love and the love I had to offer (coupled with healthy coping tactics explained above), is what brought me the great relationship I have today. I didn’t let myself become jaded, or unreceptive. If anything, that break-up made me believe in love more than anything else because I felt it inside me.
You should always believe in love, even when you are hurting. No, it isn’t waiting around every corner and yeah, Mama was right. You have to wait. But I promise it is out there, as long as you believe it is. It is when you cut yourself off from your heart and become involved in unhealthy coping mechanisms that love ceases to exist.
The stars were falling outside. A simple pull, and the blinds blinked closed, shutting the dim static light out of her room. She turned around; what to do now? What to think? Sometimes things were inexplicable, they would always be that way. Sometimes things were sad, sometimes life was a tragic storybook. That’s just what it was, then. A storybook. She would make it all a storybook. When the feelings were too strong, when the nameless sorrow welled up from somewhere unknown, when the source of loss could not be pinned down, there was only one thing to do. She pushed open the cool silver screen, the gentle blue light humming onto her face. When she could not explain her life, and why life had loss, she could only express it.