i honestly just need someone to come into my life that really genuinely cares about me and wants to sit and have long conversations about things that actually matter and wants to go on adventures late at night and wants to be there for me at my lowest points and celebrate with me at my highest points and just be the rock that keeps me going when life gets rough
?Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me, that you wrecked me, destroyed me. I am the only one who has the power to do that. I loved you, and I ruined myself, I wrecked myself, I destroyed myself. And I will keep doing so for as long as I am breathing.?
Amanda Helm - The Day I Learned That I was Broken
Okay you know what I was just gonna reblog this and say nothing but you know what, I’m pissed off and you wanna know why?
Ted is a Nice Guy. I don’t mean a nice man, no. I mean the motherfucking “Nice Guy” who moans and complains about how women just won’t flock to him and be exactly who he expects of them. He knew from the beginning Robin wanted to focus on her career before marriage. He knew from the beginning she didn’t want kids. She rejected him time after time before they dated the first time. She rejected him time after time after that, for nine goddamn fucking years. His refusal to stop pursuing her, and accept she did not fucking love her, destroyed his relationship with Victoria TWICE. He is the whiny high school teenager bitching because the popular girl he obsesses over just isn’t into him. He is the goddamn Nice Guy, the kind whose every action, every so-called kind deed is done purely out of trying to get Robin to date him.
Robin motherfucking Scherbatsky was an independent woman who not only relied on herself, but expected the men she wanted to be with to be independent and rely on himself, as well. She was career-minded and strong and independent and self-reliant. Those were the traits that doomed her and Ted.
In this gifset we see that Ted did not respect Robin for who she was. He didn’t want her to be self-reliant—he wanted her to rely on him. He’s like so many men out there, so many Nice Guys. Baby, let me take care of you while you put me before everything else, You’re too independent, Robin. I need you to need me, I need you to rely on me. The reason they didn’t work out was because they both wanted and needed different things in relationships, and that’s okay—what isn’t okay is that instead of accepting that, Ted blames her. Tells her that SHE is the reason why they broke up, and something about her is WRONG. He insults her, tells her that her fundamental personality is wrong, and that she is why their relationship failed; that they they just aren’t compatible, no; because she is broken.
She is so upset at this she goes to another ex. He’s the Jerk, you know; the guy who all the Nice Guys in the world call The Asshole. And you know what? You know what this Asshole does? He comforts her, he compliments her. He tells her that those traits, teh traits she’s been belittled and taunted over, the traits that make her broken, the reason why She Can’t Find A Man, are what make her wonderful. Barney loved her for her insecurities, and he supported her independence. He supported her self-reliance. In one scene, this Asshole prove to be far more accepting and mature than the so-called Nice Guy.
So who do she end up with?
I really don’t give a shit to reblog it again.
I have never seen something more true than this.
I want to read that comment into a megaphone in front of the CBS studio because it is just so so so important.To me, these two scenes are the precise reason why the endgame made no sense.
and mindlessness. Close your eyes, take a deep breath. Sleep with the intent to restore yourself to working order. I like your use of analogy. The best weapon against the tangle monster is patience or sometimes just a good strong pair of sharp metal blades pivoted to each other so that they slide evenly together and cut what needs to be severed. Anyhow, will you be okay? Are your friends or family in arm’s length?
Thank you. I wish you would do this off-anon. It’s always nice to know there’s a face to the words.
I will live. And I will strengthen. I need to get my priorities straight and build myself up again. I need to heal, recover, recuperate. I need to cut this tumor out of my body and drain myself of the poison.
I am not well, I am not okay. And I probably won’t be for some time. But I am working towards it, and I will get there. It just hurts to think about everything that’s happened, everything that’s happening, and everything that needs to be done.
My family and at least the friends who can provide some comfort are not within arm’s reach. And the friends who potentially can, I wouldn’t ask them of that during this period since they have their own obligations to focus on, particularly school, and I will not be cruelly selfish and self-centered to jeopardize them for my own sake.
You write well, I wonder who you are.
Hey, close your eyes, take a deep and powerful breath by inhaling through your nose and exhaling out from your mouth. It sounds like you’re overwhelmed with too much on your hands. I want to put in 100% of my effort in everything I do with no half-assing. For me, this was inefficient, bred chaos and put me in a state of panic where rationality and balance was lost. I don’t know how much you can handle but I’m learning my limits, to prioritize and the difference between a state of mindfulness and
?Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.?
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Hey, how're you doing? I just saw your status and wanted to check up on you. Unless you're referring to MCR's I'm not okay. You gotta pull through and believe that you'll make it out somehow. Keep your head up.
I’m doing poorly. Incredibly poorly. I’m trying to make it through. I can’t believe in much when I’m plagued in mind, body, and soul. But I’m trying.. I wish I could sleep for a couple of days. I should have brought sleeping pills. I shouldn’t have come back. I feel like throwing up constantly. I’m afraid to sleep because I’ll wake up too soon. I’m afraid of waking up. I’m afraid of dreaming. Fuuck. I need to pull my shit together, but it’s like everything’s tangled and I can’t find the end piece to unravel all this and I’m panicking because I just can’t find it.
fuck. fell asleep at like 12:14, woke up at 5:20ish, and now can’t go back to sleep.
can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t think, can’t do any fucking productive thing.
it’s just a relentless rush of anger, pain, sadness, memories, and ghosts.
i fucking see them everywhere
why doesn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s the ghosts of the living that haunt places rather than those of the ones that are dead.
why doesn’t anyone ever take a few goddamn minutes to be considerate, mindful, and conscientious.
why can’t i just not feel
?As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.?
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
Remember how you are feeling now, and swear that you’ll never feel like this again.
Hold on just a tick. Listen, I’m Jewish, so I’m perfectly capable of understanding that what he did was just…..well, there are no words for it. But let’s not round it up to simply Jews that got killed. It was six million people that died in those camps, not just Jews. Did you know that homosexuals were sent there, too? Yeah, I’m sure you did. They had to wear special little symbols on their clothes. Do you know what it was? It was a pink triangle.
It was six million PEOPLE.
But you let that roll over in your mind for a while and you are going to forever see this man as a monster, but that’s not what he was. He was someone who thought he was truly doing something right for his nation, no matter how shitty he was doing it. Believe me when I say that I don’t like him. I really don’t. My grandfather’s brothers died in those camps, and my grandfather escaped to Spain, then to Mexico. He was lucky.
This is not a monster holding hands with a little girl.
This is Adolf Hitler, a man, holding hands with a little girl.
Yeah. It’s fucking scary. It really is. Do you know why?
It’s because you’re seeing that he wasn’t, in fact, a monster. You’re seeing in this picture that he was a man. He was a man, and that’s really the saddest part of it all.
As a History major who specializes in the history of early modern Europe, I’ve studied a lot of dictators in detail, not just Hitler. The number one mistake anyone could ever make in history is making the assumption that only inhuman monsters are capable of doing terrible things.
Stop dehumanizing Hitler just so you can reassure yourself that “normal” humans aren’t capable of doing bad things. Hitler liked children and dogs, he was a vegetarian and he cried like a little boy when his mother died. I’m not saying he was a good, innocent person, but when you stop attributing human characteristics to historical figures like Hitler, it’s how you overlook people just like him in real life, and it’s how people like him end up back in power.
That last statement.
when you stop attributing human characteristics to historical figures like Hitler, it’s how you overlook people just like him in real life, and it’s how people like him end up back in power.
things i need to do:
- clean my room
- get a college degree
- learn how to have healthy relationships
things i want to do:
- play with puppies and kittens
- find someone cute to cuddle and make out with
- drive to the ocean
things i actually am doing:
- taking subpar selfies
- running a semi successful blog
- listening to sad songs and watching too much netflix
?Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.?