"In your anger and your despair and your glorious, glorious youth
do not discount the idea of soul mates.
Discount the idea of a singular soulmate.
You still have way too much to learn
to be taught by one person. It’s going to take a lot of time.
It’s going to take a lot of long nights
and willing mouths.
And you might
curse the one who teaches you what it feels like
to cry at the bottom of the shower in the middle of the night
but it is important to learn how to get back up on your own feet
and let the wolf in your throat howl at the moon
once in a while.
Spit out the name of the one who teaches you how to let go.
Keep every love note from the one who shows you
how to want yourself only when he stops calling you.
Use them like blueprints when you forget
what it sounds like to ache.
They’re not all gonna be bad. Some of them burn.
Some of them feel like sinking into the heavy belly of the sun
and sure, sure. You never come away from something like that
without a few burn marks
but I promise it’s worth the warmth.
Remember, every time you think you’ve found “the one”,
there’s probably going to be just one more.
And you’re still gonna love every single damn one of them
like they were the most important sucker on the planet.
In this life, you’re going to love like pulling teeth,
(one after another)
and that’s okay.
I promise it’s all right."
"RE: I Thought I Found ‘The One’", Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
"Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears."
At the end of the day it’s the little things. (via offtheocean)
"I’ve never been the type of person who is into cars. I can barely even tell you the type of car that I drove, but I finally understood the other day. It’s like how people flip through magazines or drive by houses and fall in love with them. It’s not the house itself that they are falling in love with, though they may very well be beautiful houses, it’s the potential they have. The life that owning that house or that car would mean is worth the draw. The stories you would be able to tell! The experiences you would have. That’s why people love cars. That’s why they get sentimental when talking about their old cars. They miss the feeling of springtime at seventeen with an old country song playing and the weight of a hundred responsibilities flying out through the open windows. They miss getting lost a hundred times over because of stupid wrong turns or incorrect addresses or friends yelling too loudly in the backseat. The backseat. They miss the horrifically and wonderfully teenaged things that they did in the backseat. They miss rolling the windows down in January and screaming just because they could. They even miss pulling over in the nearest parking lot and crying because of one of the cruel injustices that come with growing up. They miss being in high school in a small town and the way they grew up in that car and who they thought they would grow up to be. I think that’s why people love cars. The memories and the possibilities, the fantastic possibilities."
"I said goodbye to my car last week" by Claire Luisa (via claireluisa)
It is not about who pays for the date. It is not about who moves the couch. It is not about who kills the bugs. It is not about who cooks the dinner. It’s not even about who stays home with the kids, as long as the decision was made together, after thinking carefully about your situation and coming to an agreement that makes sense for your particular marriage and family.
It is about making sure that nobody ever has to do anything by “default” because of their gender. The stronger person should move the couch. The person who enjoys cooking more, has more time for it, and/or is better at it should do the cooking. Sometimes the stronger person is male, sometimes not. Sometimes the person who is best suited for cooking is female, sometimes not. You should do what works.
But it is also about letting people know that it is okay to change. If you’re a woman who wants to become stronger, that’s great. If you’re a man who wants to learn how to cook, that’s also great. You might start out with a relationship where the guy opens all the jars and the girl cooks all the meals, but you might find that you want to try something else. So try it."