Knowing that it’s ok…

So you know how so many people are like why am I still single.. Blah blah blah… Well that’s been me for quite sometime now. However I learned something the other day, something that I’m sure I’ve known for a long time. In order to find love or even allow someone to love you, you have got to love yourself first. And not just say that you love yourself, you really have to act on it and show people that you love yourself. So I guess I felt like writing this post would help me on my journey to fall in love with myself. So from this day forward I’m going to work on loving me…

even though it is completely exhausting… i would rather be constantly dissatisfied than to ever be satisfied with mediocrity.

That just happened… And I’m still ok.


We Found Love

"It’s like screaming but no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone can be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts, you feel hopeless, but nothing can save you. Then when it’s over, and its gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back, so that you can have the good." - Rihanna We Found Love

This is so true.. Unfortunately, right? I was having a conversation about this song with one of my co-workers at Sephora. He was telling how beautiful young love is. It’s like you have nothing to compare it to. It’s so new, so fresh. You are so in love with this person and when you fight you think to yourself “What the fuck? Why can’t you just do the things I want you to so we can get along? I fucking love you!” That’s why young love can sometimes get violent. We seem to simmer with age. That fire somehow burns out because we are almost used to being let down. Sad isn’t it? I can remember a past relationship I had. The first time I ever felt I was in love. It was violent. We were both violent. Not violent in an abusive kind of way. Violent like He would stand in front of the door if I was trying to leave and vice versa. It was so intense what I felt for him.. and what he felt for me. I know now that we were not meant for each other but at the time, ya know, when you first break up? It’s so bad. So hard. You literally feel like your world has crashed. And, you almost, well you do wish for even the bad to come back. Just so you can have that one good time.

l’amour vaut le risque

love is worth the risk..



this songgggggggggggggg

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Ask ten adults to define a slut and you’ll hear things like: a woman who has sex with lots of men; a woman who sleeps around; a woman who has casual sex; a woman who flaunts her body. They’ll probably also use words like loose, easy, trashy, cheap, and desperate. Someone might say: a woman who has the sexual appetites of a man. No one will say: a mythical creature dreamt up by people who are jealous of or threatened by female sexual expression.

Emily Maguire- Princesses & Pornstars  (via thenewwomensmovement)


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idk man…