Welcome to My (Simple) Life

Recent College Graduate. Photographer. Writer. Emotional, Passionate, Reckless—Live fast, die young.
Intimacy is not who you let touch your genitalia. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
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A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
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I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, ”More Than Just A House  (via emiliaclarke)

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I hate that when all is said and done, it becomes a competition to see who can stop hurting first, who can stand and smile first, who can move on the fastest.

I won’t pretend my heart has stopped aching when it hasn’t; I won’t pretend I don’t stare at my phone from time to time and wonder if you’ve thought of me at all, even once, since we broke up; I won’t pretend it doesn’t hurt when I see a picture of you and it seems like you’ve already moved on.

I don’t know what to feel now that it’s over—or how to pick up the pieces—but that’s okay because I know I’ll be okay.

I just won’t succumb to some false belief that I need to appear happier than you, or that I should appear to have moved on, if I haven’t—it’s been less than a week; no one should expect me to be okay.

And I’m okay with feeling the heartbreak for as long as I need to because, like John Green once wrote, that’s the thing about pain…it demands to be felt.