I feel so lucky
That I know what a healthy relationship is now. I don’t need to be objectified by myself or another person to be loved, wanted, cared for, there.
Posted December 5, 2011 at 12:46pm in love relationships healthy love healthy what girls think is love but not
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cwnl:
“When my husband died, because he was so famous & known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — & ask me if Carl changed at the end & converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage & never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief & precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting.
Every single moment that we were alive & we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous & so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space & the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me & the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other & our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.“
- Ann Druyan, talking about her husband, Carl Sagan
this is the first time a tumblr post has brought tears to my eyes. so beautiful.
(Source: ikenbot)
If people gave a shit
then they would show it. I can’t control other peoples actions and even now I am just pissed that you let me go through the assumption process of why you don’t text me back. Well shit I know why you don’t text me back until your at work is because you’ll get in trouble from you gf or ex gf whatever you two are even if its a completely honest question that doesn’t talk about the two of us.
Stop telling me you care about me or your sorry, do something fucking about it. Im not asking for your undying love, your devotion, your body, or you to stop dating your ex bc your lonely and due to medical restrictions I can’t be in the same city with you; I am asking you to inform me when your going to be home because other people treat me like a person and actually want me to be around.
If you want me around then treat me like the person you say I mean to you.
It really hurts typing this and reading this. When did a person’s love become the one thing to validate me?
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Dear Benjamin
Just yesterday, I lay in my bed with a fear that distance may consume me and take all that I know of love to leave it laying beneath me. To leave it in a place beyond my reach, somewhere so different to me that I would feel lost within the relations I had built with others too far for me to touch. But just the other day, as someone I have loved more than anything and everything and looked up to since I was very young passed away, I was gifted with a reminder - a gentle lesson. Love is not measured in the time you are physically with another, not by the cuddles, nor is it measured by the gentle kisses you may share with that one you seem so fond of. Love has no boundaries, and in the face of a challenge such as distance, love is tested.
The one I love who passed, I had been eager to see in December. It was a long distance love that could move mountains, it was a long distance love that was stronger then 98% of the love I share for those I see everyday. So why is it we desire to be so physically connected with one another? I will not lie, I wish day and night I was by your side, or close enough that with a call I could be there in only a moments time. But in this test I was reminded that patience is beautiful, it offers rewards greater then one could imagine. And love, love is measured by the strength you have to stay connected even when you can’t be physically with one another. It is measured by the strength you find within yourself to say that they are worth the wait, they are worth being patient for. Thomas Fuller said, “absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.” I just believe at this point, when distance no longer stands in the way of your arms being wrapped tightly around me we will find ourselves lost in the overwhelming joy that love is real - that love can fight beyond distance and make it’s way to something beautiful. Us.
- Annika
Only a few more days til Valentines day I could tell by the gush of young men asking me what I was doing this week
Just as desperate as girls.
Honestly this holiday should just be named either 2nd Anniversary Day and/or/also Make it or Break it.
Most couples break up before valentines day or make it til feb 14th for them to break up just to have the “romantic” day.
2nd Anniversary day is the 2nd time in a year you can celebrate your relationship with someone serious.
I am not going to let society tell me I am unfit or unloved bc of this holiday. Love is different and comes in various lengths and width.
Also Im not really bitter about anything that goes with this holiday, relationships, love or romance I am just rather hang out with my best friends.
Posted February 8, 2011 at 1:07am in valentine valentines valentines day v-day couples boys girls love desperate
My puppy brought me to spilling the well
I came home to my oceanside house after not being there for almost two weeks. My puppy Johnny was so excited to see me, and even after I was there for awhile he was still prancing around my feet. I went upstairs to visit my room, and he followed me up and I sat on the floor with him. He just wanted me to hold him. I started getting big tears, he loves me. He just was so happy to see me and liking me for me being me.
<3
When the person who you take care of waits to die
Some of my followers know about what my Stepmom said last week after a intense therapy session at my house.
My stepmom is dying of terminal lung cancer. We’ve done all the treatments and the doctors gave her some time without the pain of treatments. There will be no more treatments and she hasn’t had any since augt.
I take care of her and take care of the house. My dad pays me and its been a better relationship between me and them. Not that I was ever bad- I was just a teenager.
Cathy does not know how to have an adult conversation with my father. All her issues with her first husband of him treating her like dirt she projects on my dad. My dad isn’t perfect and can be rough around the edges sometimes- but loves her.
There was an issue about Thanksgiving and my Dad finally agreed to have it over here with her large family. He wasn’t rude about it but Cathy was probably expecting rainbows and singing in his voice. He was polite and she just started going after him. I finally jumped in and said everything will be different because I’ll be there. She just kept saying how she doesn’t want it at the house anymore and nothing would change and how he’ll just ruin it. Like a little kid talking.
She doesn’t think sometimes that he loves her. The way she expects things is completely different than what it is. My dad is very sensetive and she has a tone about things. It hurts him, so he tries to hurt her back. Circle of being rude/mean to each other. Her brain is altered by the treatments and she suffers from Chemo Brain greatly. Forgetting things, switching words, remembering things differently.
Also she cannot help but feel like things in the past will echo the future, she doesn’t want anything to change in a sense. To stop things from changing would mean even if she lived another 10-15 years exactly how she is now she would. Still fighting still living like a dimmed flame so she could keep more memories.
I can’t really blame her, but it hurt personally for me how she said she wanted to move to Deanna’s (stepsister). She left my Dad and I when I was a freshman. She came back when I was a senior in highschool. After that I never really got close to her for some fear of her leaving. Now that I live here we have a better and fuller relationship, but the idea she’d just leave ‘me’ again hurt.
We don’t treat her badly, we don’t hurt her. We make sure she has everything she wants. My parents are pretty well off, so there is no reason not to have something. Issues with her first husband surface up and she plays it out against my father. She said she doesn’t want to be hurt by anyone so she hurts them first. She doesn’t want to let people in so she hurts them so they will stay away. I think she tries and do this so we won’t be so heartbroken when she passes away.
She said some awful things about her wanting to die sooner and wanting her to not hurt. I understand, but it was childish and hurtful to want to leave. Shes not going to kill herself, shes not going to wish that, she was just being plain mean to us. I don’t think anything I do is going to keep her alive sooner but how can someone sit there just saying that?
I don’t think she means it, but biting the hand that feeds you. What I want for her is to let go of issues about men, about love, and not selling yourself short.
If only we could be loved the way we wanted too, we would all be in the same package. We are given so many things to get over, why waste your life never trying?
I am going to have a conversation when she gets back from her trip in Canada and I hope this trip gives her the start of wanting to live life instead of watching it from a window.
Had to tell you this little story.
My stepmom has been very needy today. Sometimes it just wears on you, you would just like to finish something without having to stop what your doing. In anycase my Dad was not dealing with it well today.
Finally they are talking about it, I pretty much left them alone to sort it out. She was crying alot.
They make up and he kisses her. She asked for a longer kiss and he does. Shes still crying. He finally says curt but not to be mean-
“Cathy, you need to stop crying, you are breaking my heart. It is killing me to watch you cry and talk about dying. I love you, your the love of my life, but I cannot do anything to stop what is happening.”
He petered out with the harshness of his tone but it made my eyes well up. He really does lover her. Honestly he does, but he cannot be strong all the time and all the crying really does make him hurt. He isn’t telling her its wrong to cry, but really there is nothing he can do about her terminal cancer and he is losing a part of his life too. Her presence.
This is one of the most true and aspiring things I’ve reacted to in a long time.
