A Cranial Freak Out
I create.
Admire.
Love.
It gave me strength yet it is my weakness…

Le plus grand faible des hommes, c’est l’amour qu’ils ont de la vie - Molière
(Man’s greatest weakness, is his love life)

This is true. We all want to love and be loved into return - it’s the greatest thing you’ll ever know (just for any moulin rouge fans that’s getting my reference - *highfive*). And yet it is something that causes pain, stress, hurt and suffering. Sometimes. Most of the time.

I’ve been thinking a lot about love recently. A lot about my current relationship.

I’m in love. For the first time (and who knows, maybe forever?).

But.

I’m moving away for a bit, to another country. I know it will be fine, people have survived worse. The impending closeness of it though has just got me thinking.

This love gave me strength to become a person, a real person that actually felt something instead of being numb. I worry I am dependant on it like a drug, that when I’m away I will relapse into loneliness.

Weakness is a word I don’t like to use. Weak. Pathetic. But love makes us like this and we do anything just to keep it that way.


muneebb:

Quick reminder that you aren’t obliged to be friends with anyone. If anyone makes you uncomfortable for any reason it’s okay to cut them out, it’s your life and you control it.

(via blowoffs)


fak-er:

Wearing your boyfriends jumper because you miss them and it smells like them.

(via asvprock)