through still & storm.

I stopped focusing on what he was or wasn’t doing, and started focusing on what I was, or wasn’t doing for myself. Get it? It was never his responsibility to make me happy. It was my responsibility to make myself happy. He didn’t have to love me the way I deserved to be loved, actually. I’m the one who had to love my damn self the way that I deserved to be loved. No man owes me anything. I owe myself…everything.

I’m willing to compromise when it comes to many things - but not love, man. Not love. I’ve done that way too many times and it’s taught me exactly what I want from what I don’t want. And listen. It’s not like the type of love I want is from a fairytale…no. The love I want is a very real thing. It’s out there. And it has nothing to do with posting fucking pictures or dropping everything to answer text messages that aren’t even urgent - that shit is high school to me. What I want in love, is respect - even when arguments arise. I never want to cry my eyes out ‘til I’m sick because of an argument again. I want a love that has commitment. Has tenderness. Has laughter. Has playfulness. Has passion. Has morals and above all else…is always felt. Never again do I ever want to have to question whether or not the man that I am giving all of myself to, loves me. And never again will I ever entertain a man who tells me that I’m asking for too much. I know what I want. What I want exists. And if one man doesn’t want to give it to me, then I won’t break my heart over it - he’s simply not for me.

Jesus

I bet those two are couple now..

I’m gay

me too

This is such a great story

this is the coolest fucking picture on earth.

I highly recommend never having feelings.

10/10 will recommend