love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Twin flames
So I thought I was crazy for the longest time. I was crazy for these two guys and I could swear there was something really real and connected between me and both of them (Not all together). This just made it even more complicated. It even seemed like they felt it too, but weren't saying it. This made it even harder for me. I thought I was imaging the whole thing.
By Leah Legault5 years ago in Humans
Am I the only one feeling like this?
I always believed I'd have my happy ending someday, but my mind has always been poisoned by the other me, the louder voice. This voice that tells me that I need to be thin and beautiful, to conform. That's the thing, I'm the opposite. I've been my worst enemy since the beginning of my time. I'm a lone wolf, but not by choice. I have never experienced a relationship longer than 2 months, I've never been kissed with love, I don't think no one ever loved me, I did love a few people, but that was always one-sided. I've never been good at communicating my feelings, because of my background and I seem to bore people with my problem. So I shut off with time.
By Singster Jones5 years ago in Humans
I Can’t Sleep
I can’t sleep. I’m not feeling great lately, and I’m tossing and turning even more than normal. It’s nice to once again meet your acquaintance, dear reader, if you even exist. We shall just have to see, won’t we? You probably don’t though, I’m pretty sure.
By Heather Donald5 years ago in Humans
The Not So Beautiful Me
I am not beautiful, at least not in the traditional sense. My life has been a series of downfall and ruin, yet here I stand. My armor is not beautiful. Stained with blood and rust, it has gotten me through the worst of battles, both mentally and physically. No one can say they truly know the real me if I don't even know myself, but let's start by piecing together my memories. At the young age of 3 years old, I was diagnosed with Early onset Bipolar disorder. A draining illness that has determined my life. At the age of 6 years old, I was diagnosed with Schizoaffective disorder, which is basically Schizophrenia with added mood instability. There is so much darkness within me. There is also such creativity that shines to light my way. Bipolar is in itself just a mental imbalance of chemicals, but with me, it manifests into art, poetry, laughter, pain, fear, anger, and so much more. I am not my illness but my illness is me. I am afraid of heights just as much as I am afraid of myself and I'm terrified of heights. This is my reality. Fear and chaos consume my life. Fear of the world, of society. Fear of my emotions and how I handle them. Fear of myself and my mind. My Schizophrenia is like a train derailing. I am surrounded by distorted images and sounds that don't quite make sense, yet consume my sanity, disabling my reality. I am not okay most days. I am messy, I am lazy, I am relentlessly surviving. I do not know who I am sometimes. I forget so easily, my innermost thoughts and memories, then remember them again after I may have needed them. I am not beautiful, but I see beauty. There is beauty in the trees when they shed their leaves. There is beauty in the moon, which changes phases as the days pass by. There is beauty when the flowers start to fade, after blooming in such radiance. So if such things have beauty, while in the midst of change, why do I think I am not beautiful? Why do my changing phases not illuminate beauty? Why don't I blossom into a sunflower or daisy? It's because I am not a flower, but a thorn. I might hurt you. I might make you bleed, without realizing, while simply existing. It's because I do not see beauty in myself. How can I when I'm plagued with emotional instability? When every day is a battle to survive? When I'm fighting with demons no one can see? Yet, still, my reflection is me. A reflection of a smile when I see your eyes, a reflection of a tear when you're not by my side. You, you are the beauty in me. I'm raw and damaged, yet you pull out my heart. I was broken with a bandaid holding me together until you saw my pieces on the ground and put them back together, when I couldn't even move. I may be a thorn, but you are my flower, you give my thorns purpose. You are my partner and my husband. You are my love. I am beautiful, in your eyes, and that's all that matters to me. For you are my happiness. You bring out the real me, a vulnerable me, a happy me. I am still stained with bloody armor. I am still afraid of many things. I'm still raw and full of emotions. All of these things are still true, but with you, I don't have to hold it all back. With you, I am me. With you, I am free.
By Aireanna Anderson 5 years ago in Humans
8 Minor Things I Adore About My Partner
Do you remember the minor things about your partner you love? It may be a quirky habit or a silly question. It may be something that warms your heart or annoys you every single time. These are what make them special in your eyes. It shows you how much they care and reminds you to be grateful for having them in your life.
By Eshal Rose5 years ago in Humans
How to Know They’re Into You
I’ve enjoyed dating since middle school, and I am now twenty-four and absolutely, magically, head over heels, in love. I had my fair share of dating, whether fwbs, long-term flings, or full-blown relationships. I've learned a lot over the years about male psychology.
By Susie Pinon5 years ago in Humans
8 ways to make a lasting relation
We all want to know how they do it, those couples that seem to love each other more every day. Well, they are usually pretty easy to spot. The key indicators of couples that have found eternal love and will continue doing so for as long as they live are: active listening, deep conversations, and being open with one another.
By Augmented Man5 years ago in Humans
