when your selfie gets more than 5 notes
- My amazing friend (via pain-is-temporary-keep-fighting)
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when you get into a fight with your mom and your dad doesn’t take your side
- Tyler Kent White (via makelvenotwar)
When my husband had an affair with someone else I watched his eyes glaze over when we ate dinner together and I heard him singing to himself without me, and when he tended the garden it was not for me.
He was courteous and polite; he enjoyed being at home, but in the fantasy of his home I was not the one who sat opposite him and laughed at his jokes. He didn’t want to change anything; he liked his life. The only thing he wanted to change was me.
It would have been better if he had hated me, or if he had abused me, or if he had packed his new suitcases and left.
As it was he continued to put his arm round me and talk about building a new wall to replace the rotten fence that divided our garden from his vegetable patch. I knew he would never leave our house. He had worked for it.
Day by day I felt myself disappearing. For my husband I was no longer a reality, I was one of the things around him. I was the fence which needed to be replaced. I watched myself in the mirror and saw that I was no longer vivid and exciting. I was worn and grey like an old sweater you can’t throw out but won’t put on.
He admitted he was in love with her, but he said he loved me.
Translated, that means, I want everything. Translated, that means, I don’t want to hurt you yet. Translated, that means, I don’t know what to do, give me time.
Why, why should I give you time? What time are you giving me? I am in a cell waiting to be called for execution.
I loved him and I was in love with him. I didn’t use language to make a war-zone of my heart.
'You're so simple and good,' he said, brushing the hair from my face.
He meant, Your emotions are not complex like mine. My dilemma is poetic.
But there was no dilemma. He no longer wanted me, but he wanted our life.
Eventually, when he had been away with her for a few days and returned restless and conciliatory, I decided not to wait in my cell any longer. I went to where he was sleeping in another room and I asked him to leave. Very patiently he asked me to remember that the house was his home, that he couldn’t be expected to make himself homeless because he was in love.
'Medea did,' I said, 'and Romeo and Juliet, and Cressida, and Ruth in the Bible.'
He asked me to shut up. He wasn’t a hero.
'Then why should I be a heroine?'
He didn’t answer; he plucked at the blanket.
I considered my choices.
I could stay and be unhappy and humiliated.
I could leave and be unhappy and dignified.
I could beg him to touch me again.
I could live in hope and die of bitterness.
I took some things and left. It wasn’t easy, it was my home too.
I hear he’s replaced the back fence."
Jeanette Winterson, Sexing The Cherry (via stayxsvckaxfree)
I cannot imagine how painful this felt.
Remember you will die. Maybe even today. Don’t forget that. Don’t forget to be thankful for your health. For the ability…
This list is very true. It’s a great reminder.
Anonymous asked: is the whole 'no perfect mirrors' thing the reason why i look so good in a mirror and then someone takes a photo and I look really not good?
No, that’s because what you look like in a mirror is reversed from what you look like in real life (and in photographs). Unless you’re a supermodel, you’re almost definitely not perfectly symmetrical. You’re used to the way you look, though, so you probably don’t notice your own facial irregularities. When you see your familiar face flipped back-to-front, though, all the irregularities pop out because you’re seeing your face with fresh eyes.
Before you freak out, nobody else notices your facial irregularities, either. They’re also used to the way you look, and their brains have stopped registering those little errors in symmetry. It’s just that, to them, the face that they’re used to is also the face in the photographs. That’s why your friends usually think you look a lot better in pictures than you do, while at the same time lamenting at how awful THEY look (when you think they look fine). It’s not just insecurity at work: you are all, individually, being confronted with an unfamiliar version of yourself.