A lot of the time I spend on my tumblr, I find myself looking back on old posts.
Even just posts from just two months ago make me laugh. Posts about love, and falling for someone. Hoping it would work out. Even though those posts are very naive and silly, I’m just glad I knew what I was getting into. I knew it was going to crash and burn, like it always does, but I held onto just enough hope without crumbling when it was all over.
Personally, that’s a huge step for me. It comforts me that I can give someone a piece of myself that I may never get back, but in the end I can still be okay.
I feel like there’s a lot of hope in that.
However, even though I feel okay, I know that there’s still a long cry ahead of me.

Aside from that, I have high hopes of continuing things with my booty call.
Nothing serious. Just, you know, booty callin’. 

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hollybop:

this is… a real thing. and i do not own it. WHAT THE HELL, WORLD?

Fuck you…
That is all.

Love. It really defines us as people. Whether you love many, or you love a few, if it’s romance or just friends, and even if it’s new or old. The people you love and those who love you are a significant part of your person.
All I’ve ever wanted is to be loved- or even just to feel secure in the fact that my affections are reciprocated. I gave up for a whole year on finding love, and yet here I am again. I let myself trust again, and so I’m back in such a place that I’ll inevitably get hurt. I realize that I put far too much of myself in the hands of others, but for once I just want it to be worthwhile. I want something stable, something I can count on. I knew better, and I gave in, so now I’m watching myself fall for someone, and I’ve already fallen hard. I have a heavy feeling that it won’t last, but I can’t bring myself to end it while the pain is bearable. I have too much hope for this, and I did from the beginning, even though he warned me. I’m letting him slowly break my heart, and I only have myself to blame. I’m literally stuck inside 500 days of summer, except I’m Tom Hansen. This is the second time in a year.
Fuck. I’m just a broken record.

(end: rant/life story)

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