just when you’re settling in nicely to your hatred of humanity, some nice kind decent bastard goes and fucks it all up again
huh
people
You are all in so much pain and I care so much and it kills me that I can’t make it go away but i want you to know that i am here and i care and i am thinking of you and in that way at least, you are not alone
The Intouchables (aka Untouchable) is The. Best. Movie. EVER.
That is all.
From my dad ^__^
Would you define love for me? (Like relationship love, what do you want to feel when you're in love etc. etc. or if you even believe in it)
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Love. Hmmm.
I guess it means wanting the best for someone regardless of what you yourself want. Also appreciating, accepting, allowing them to be themselves.
Wow, these are tough questions and I feel incredibly ignorant :D
I’ve never been in love. I wonder about that a lot. I don’t think I’m asexual. I know having an eating disorder kills your sex drive, so I’m guessing that’s a part of it. But also, being autistic has made me emotionally quite a way behind my peers. I don’t honestly feel grown up enough to think about romantic relationships. I feel like I’m not even ready yet, although I should be.
I do believe in love. I don’t really understand how I wouldn’t. It just is.
I would love to be in love. But I find relationships of any kind so stressful that I can’t picture it being comfortable. But I would love to have someone I trusted and who I could just feel completely relaxed with.
I am straight but I wouldn’t care if it was a woman (although I wouldn’t want to have sex with a woman). I really just want a companion for life. I’m not interested in sex. The thought of having it myself kind of disgusts me, but I think that is because I hate my body and because I’m not emotionally mature enough yet.
I was thinking about this: how to teach your children to grow up with confidence and self esteem whether female or male. how do you think an individual can help their child(ren)with this?
In short, somehow teach them to love themselves as they are.
The best way, ideally, would be to learn to do so yourself first and teach by example.
But it’s not an ideal world. I guess do all you can to tell and show them that you love what they are.
I have no idea how to do this myself and I think I would make a lousy parent tbh. If I knew how to do it, I would be able to make myself better, and right now, I can’t.
I think the secret is to learn how to accept and be kind to yourself, because children absorb most from seeing their parents in action. I also think that kindness and love can go a long way to immunising children against the harshness of the world around them. But you can’t give your children something you don’t have yourself.
Disclaimer: I am not a parent and I am probably full of shit ;)
Today I put the music on my phone on shuffle and a song came on that I haven’t listened to for ages.Tewelve seconds into it and I was in tears.
My best friend’s mum worked in a library. One day, they were renovating the building and getting rid of all these fossilized books and things that had been stored in the back room for about twelve billion years.
We were allowed to take any we wanted, so he took this old vinyl record with crappy eighties music on it.
He had a record player, so we went to his room and made up stupid lyrics for one of the songs. That was the song I heard on my phone today.
I loved him so much. We lost touch for a year or so because we were both very ill, but every single day, I would plan in my head that as soon as I was better, I would casually walk by his house, ‘accidentally’ bump into him, he would realise how much he loved me, and we would marry and live happily ever after.
Then one day, I saw a mutual acquaintence in town, and she said, “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about your friend. He was such a lovely guy…”
He died.
I never even knew.
I missed his funeral.
I got over it, but really, I will never get over it. I will never get over him. I don’t care who else I fall in love with, I still won’t get over him. Everyone you lose has a unique place inside you. No one ever replaces someone.
Crying for him now is still like crying the first time.
What I am realising lately: I can’t improve how I look as long as I hate how I currently look. I can’t hate myself better.
Whatever I do to my appearance, as long as I hate myself, will never make it better. I have to do it back to front.
I have to find some way to love what I am right now. I mean all of it. Not tolerate, but actually love.
If I was anybody else, I could find a way to do that. Easily. Which actually says quite a lot.
It’s a weird paradox. And I’m noticing lately how much wisdom and the things that work best in life are pretty much aleays counter-intuitive. I guess that’s why they’re the things we struggle with and need the wisdom for. I guess that’s what wisdom is, really - coz the things that ARE intuitive, we just do them effortlessly and don’t need to think up wisdom to help us out.
I don’t feel comfortable around people who hate others of a certain category - whether or not I belong to that category - because those people love conditionally, and conditional love is not love at all.
Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns gets passed on, generation after generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future.
- Sri Sri Ravi Shankar (via flypurely)
Lily is a Great Dane that has been blind since a bizarre medical condition required that she have both eyes removed. For the last 5 years, Maddison, another Great Dane, has been her sight. The two are, of course, inseparable.
If you don’t reblog this, there is a good chance you’re not as human as you think.
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You love evryone differently
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