One week of doing yoga and I’ve managed to do the crow pose for only a breath but that’s progress, right? Still can’t touch my toes though or keep my downward dog going with sweaty hands, so what’s going on there?
you all deserve someone who isnt embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, good and bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you. i hope you all find that!
I guess relationships are just funny like that. It’s impossible to figure out why some work out and others don’t. Why someone can be so imperfect and still be the perfect person for you. Maybe, in the end, it’s not about changing the person you care about. Maybe it’s about learning what you can live with. Or maybe it’s really about learning what you can’t live without.
Sometimes I start to feel insecure about myself. It’s nothing personal or major but I just do. When I see that you’re with other people, I don’t want to bother you. When I feel as though I am always around too much, I am afraid I’ll get annoying. I want to be able to give you space, however, I feel as though if I do, we’ll begin to fall apart slowly. So what do I do now? Sometimes you make me feel like I am the most happiest girl alive, but sometimes I feel as if I don’t mean as much as I should mean. It’s scary. It’s scary how much I love you. It’s scary in how much I am afraid to lose you to someone else.
People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.