Avatar

Untitled

@bc-fck-u-thats-y-blog

PostsLikesFollowing
Avatar
reblogged
thelovejournals
“More veneration. Less denigration.”

—

Bruce Adler | @rabbruad

veneration 

vɛnəˈreɪʃ(ə)n/

  1. great respect; reverence.

denigration

dɛnɪˈɡreɪʃ(ə)n/

noun

noun: denigration; plural noun: denigrations

  1. the action of unfairly criticizing someone or something.
Avatar
reblogged
wnq-writers

High-Functioning Anxiety Is More Complicated Than You Perceive

It may seem like common sense to others but anyone who suffers from high-functioning anxiety (HFA) is an incredibly obsessive and perfectionist being. They often rerun conversations in their head for hours, as well as developing highly dangerous obsessive behaviour. 

But what is most surprising is that from the outside, these people seem to look like they have their sh*t together. You would never know, they will not show your where their weakness lies.

Read the article.

Source: wnq-anonymous.com
Avatar
reblogged
latenightcornerstore
“I’m only a teenager. I’m watching Blue is the Warmest Color, or Boys Don’t Cry, or Brokeback Mountain. I’m still in the closet, because my father does not believe in bisexuality, and so I do not believe in myself. From the television, I’m learning that people like me don’t get happy endings, that queer cinema isn’t so much a genre as it is a fashionable body count. Because the straight masses only love us when we’re martyrs, or tragedies, because we’re less sympathetic when we’re not being punished. Skip to now. Halfway through June of 2016 and seventeen lesbian characters have been killed on mainstream television. Most of them, in brutal, graphic ways and in the wake of dead lesbian number eighteen, my girlfriend texts me to ask if we get to be happy. And I don’t feel safe. I’m struggling to pay rent and another lesbian dies on television. I get a new job and another lesbian dies on television. I ask my girlfriend to move in and another lesbian dies on television. So how much longer can they calls us beautiful tragedies before they admit we’re a cautionary tale? A warning that women who love women have no right to their own futures? A boogieman to keep queer little girls up at night? Queer cinema evolved to be reactionary— to challenge the prettily packaged clichés of straight romance, to tell the gritty parts of our stories that straight audiences refused to look at directly, but my existence is not for straight consumption. Now, when heartbroken little kids go looking for someone, anyone, who looks like them, they get to see themselves as blood in the bathtub, secondhand smoke, a teenager in a body bag. We need the dream of the happy ending. We need the promise of a future. If I wanted to watch queer people being slaughtered en masse, I’d turn on the evening news. What I need is hope. The other day, I finished this book and the ending was so sugary and unrealistic and horribly cliché, but more than half the main characters were queer and it was just so good to exist, even for a moment, in a world where we were all happy and no one died.”

— NOT ANOTHER DEAD LESBIAN by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

Avatar
reblogged
Avatar
actuates
“sometimes, it does not matter how much you love someone. sometimes, it only matters how you love them. and if you do not love them in the way which they desire, then you can love them with all the weight of the galaxies, but not a single ounce of it will matter. because sometimes, you are the ocean trying to love fire.”

— for when we love the wrong people. |(morsus engel)| (via morsusengel)

Avatar
reblogged
Avatar
wnq-writers

The Biggest Difference Between True Love And The Love You're Used To

By Paul Hudson

Have you ever stopped to wonder what the difference is between love and true love?

Getting a distinct definition for either isn’t an easy task. It seems a bit silly that we should feel the need to create a word for something that is more perfect than love when love is believed to be the purest and most perfect of all things.

Logically, differentiating between love and true love doesn’t make sense. However, our language is a complicated one. We use words like “true,” “really” and “completely” to add emphasis when, in reality, they do little more than color the original word a slightly different shade – supposedly a brighter one.

Regardless, it is generally accepted that while love can be fleeting, true love is everlasting. Personally, I don’t like this differentiation whatsoever. Love is love is true love – there is no difference other than how you treat it.

You see, true love and love are really the same thing. What sets them apart are the ways you yourselves label the way you feel about each other. I’ll give in to this semantic slight of hand and play along.

If there really is a difference between love as you know it and true love, what is that difference? Well, for starters, it’s not quite as giving as you’ve been taught it is.

True love is just as much egocentric as it is selfless. Forget for a second all that you’ve been told about love, about all that you’ve seen in movies, about all that you’ve read in novels or in magazines.

Forget about what pop culture taught you and consider the reality of it. If you were lucky enough to fall in love then you’d know it. If you had to question whether or not you loved someone then the answer is that you didn’t.

You would know very well if you were in love because when you’re in love you, literally, need the other person. When that person isn’t by your side you, you wish he or she was.

The difference, however, is that you will not feel this need constantly. This hunger will be satiated and will reemerge over time spent apart. Nevertheless, you will feel that you need this person to feel satisfied, to feel comfortable and happy.

When you’re in love, in true love, the apple of your eye is the solution to your problems.

You may have noticed that all this mentioned above is about you and not your partner. You need your partner. You want your partner. You are hungry. Love is a very egotistical experience – whoever tells you otherwise is full of it.

At the same time, because you take such ownership of that person, you also feel a need to care for him or her. You feel a need to keep this person happy, to keep this person satisfied and to keep this person loving you.

You want to care for your partner as you’d care for yourself because, in a sense, you feel that this person is an extension of you. You are doing all this just as much for yourself as you are for him or her. You genuinely care about this person, but you likewise care about what he or she can do for you and how he or she makes you feel.

Love is by no means a completely selfless act – so get that concept out of your head as soon as possible.

True love isn’t a hole you fall into – it’s a mountain you climb every day of your life. It’s a decision you make and continue to make day, after day, after day.

Again, I have trouble differentiating between love and true love – I see them as the same thing. People like to separate the two, claiming that true love is the love that lasts forever.

I’m here to tell you that nothing – literally nothing – lasts forever.

True love can die just as quickly as can love or anything else. If you want love to work then you’re going to have to work for it. Love only stays alive if you keep breathing life into it, resuscitating it every time it begins to wither away, the flame going out.

You can’t just fall into love and call it a day. The moment you find the person you love is the beginning of your journey – not the end. It will take work and dedication to make your partnership special.

People too often take the hard work required to truly love for granted. You have to keep on climbing that mountain day after day, hoping that you never reach the peak because once you do, it’s all downhill.

True love doesn’t actually have any limits – it has no peaks. Unfortunately, love does have a tendency of crumbling away nonetheless.

Most of us are complete idiots when it comes to love, setting rules and limits for ourselves as if any actually existed. There is no limit to how much you can love and care for another individual. As long as the two of you have another hour together, you can push that love a little further.

True love doesn’t exist in the moment, in the present. True love is a story that is written over years and decades; it is refined, retouched and refurbished along the way.

True love is looking back at your life and realizing that you loved this person with all your heart from the moment you met to the moment you inevitably parted.

True love is built over a lifetime. Its only real limits are those imposed by nature itself.

For More Of His Thoughts And Ramblings, 

Follow Paul Hudson On Twitter And Facebook.

Source: wnq-writers.com
Avatar
reblogged
Avatar
relatablepoetryandquotes

“If you are under the impression you have already perfected yourself, you will never rise to the heights you are no doubt capable of.” - Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day (via quotespile)

via @philosophybits

Avatar
reblogged
Avatar
justanothershadowsstory-blog

I love you because...

you have an awesome sense of humor. 

you enjoy intelligent conversation.

(but you aren’t mean if I have a dumb moment)

you like to take care of me.

you let me take care of you.

you’re really smart at some things.

you let me teach you about the things you’re not so smart at.

and you teach me about things.

you cook really well.

you laugh with me when I’m clumbsy (and then you help me up)

you look at me and smile.

you walk on the outside when we’re on the sidewalk.

you hold my hand and give me hugs.

you wake me up with kisses.

you put the blanket over me

and then you fall asleep and steal it all back.

Avatar
reblogged
Avatar
the-homie-sexual
I am the one before the one. It’s a role I’ve learned to accept. I am the one who will overload your senses, I am far too much of everything, but you will try to encompass all that I am. I will be the one who teaches you exactly what you want from “the one.” With me you will see things as though the lights were turned too high on the dimmer so that you could only see me and the music too loud that you couldn’t quite hear anybody else. With the next girl you end up with she will shine just brightly enough that you will be able to see everything you couldn’t see with me and the volume of her music will not leave you deaf when the song ends. I will help you grow by pushing you to the extent of your limit, I will call you out when you’re wrong, I will ask you to do a little better than last time, and I will love you with a love you didn’t even know could exist. It will feel as though one hand I’ve given you to hold holds all the love in the world and the other holds the words my tongue lashes out with no filter. But with those hands you will learn both the love you deserve and how to finally not hold back how you truly feel. These hands will teach you to speak freely without fear of condemnation and condescending judgements. They will teach you to love and touch everything that you find beautiful as you pull your hands through her hair or frolic through a patch of flowers and pull the petals to your face to smell their fragrance. You see after me, you’ll learn not only how to love yourself, but love her. She will tell you that she’s never experienced a love quite like yours and you’ll never tell the secret that you learned it from me. You see, I am the one before the one. But like that scar you got from scraping your knee on the climb up your favorite mountain, you won’t forget me. When pieces of her emanate me, I will be present in the breath you hold in just a second too long at the memory of me, the sharp feeling on your tongue as you bite down as my name starts to slip through your mouth, the butterflies in your stomach as you remember the way my eyes lit up at your presence. Her smooth edges that represent who she is will often remind you of my jagged edges, the ones that cut you but you still loved to climb. And for all those moments you’re reminded of me, you’ll touch your knee and realize you hadn’t climbed your favorite mountain to your favorite view in a while. You’ll wonder if instead of the common smooth edged rock you’d found on the ground, the one you could buy for five dollars at your local farmers market, you could’ve had a fine cut diamond with jagged edges. And as you look into her eyes and see your reflection you’ll wonder if the pressure of my love could’ve made you a diamond as well.

I am the one before the one (via the-homie-sexual)