I used to be enamored by the idea that someone would come in and sweep me off of my feet. I would have that fairy tale happily ever after story, but I don’t believe that anymore. Ive spent so much time loving the wrong one, I dnt think I know how to love right anymore. And tbh its a little sad to admit, but ive become so adapted to loving in the midst of dysfunction its the new normal for me. So no, I dnt think a textbook romance is in my future. Unless I am the facilitator. Im much more likely to sweep someone off their feet than to be swept off mine.
You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.
— Daniel Franzese (via wet-violet)
No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.
— Mandy Hale (via felicefawn)
I have learned that if you are down, stay down. Don’t get back on your fucking feet until you are prepared to stand. Don’t get up until you have learned why you fell. Nine times out of ten, it is because you were weighing down on someone who could no longer hold you. You gave someone your power. You forgot about yourself. Let me tell you something - there is one person there for you. One person. It’s the same person that wipes your shit and feeds you and cleans up your vomit after a drunken night. It’s the same person who brushes your teeth and tends to your wounds and gets your crying ass out of the shower. The same one that tucks you into bed and cradles you in the night and fights off the darkness and embraces the light. It’s you. It’s always been you. Don’t get off that fucking ground because you see somebody you know or somebody you want to know, or - somebody you can rely on. Wipe your fucking face and get up for you. Because you can. Because it’s the least of what you owe yourself.
— I needed someone to say this to me, so I said it to myself (via besidestyles)