This Is the Real Me

I decided to start this blog because too many people I know personally started following my original blog and I started to feel a little bit restricted. I found myself wishing I could say what was in my head or my heart without worrying about who read it. So this blog will stay anonymous. I will not give out any information about my identity, but you will know me better than anyone else. It's here that I will be able to put my thoughts and feelings into words without any reservations. This is the real me.

Fall in love when you are ready, not when you’re lonely.
— Simon Nessman (via tat-art)

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You don’t fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks different: the flowers, the animals, the colours people wear. It is a big surprise falling in love because you thought you had everything just right on your own planet, and that was true, in a way, but then somebody signalled to you across space and the only way you could visit was to take a giant jump. Away you go, falling into someone else’s orbit and after a while you might decide to pull your two planets together and call it home. And you can bring your dog. Or your cat. Your goldfish, hamster, collection of stones, all your odd socks. (The ones you lost, including the holes, are on the new planet you found.)

And you can bring your friends to visit. And read your favourite stories to each other. And the falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without. That’s it.

PS You have to be brave.
— Jeanette Winterson (via khaleesi)

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You can’t just make me different and then leave. You can’t. You can’t change me and make my whole life centered around you, then leave.
— John Green, Looking for Alaska  (via beccers)

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We must be our own before we can be another’s.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson (via girlwithoutwings)

(Source: quote-book)

right this second.


right this second, someone you haven’t met is looking for someone like you.

{do you want to know what else is happening right now?}

Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
— Andrea Gibson (via intotheimpossibledream)

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What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
— Chuck Palahniuk (via kari-shma)
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