if I’ve learned anything these 23 years it’s that pining isn’t noble.
pining away for love is safe; you’re protected from any new interactions that could actually be fruitful and actually be reciprocated.
I know why I do this. I think people do it for a variety of reasons. but he’s not here and I am so I need to look forward, find what was so, so great in us together with another person. at some point I’ll lie next to someone else and feel thrillingly safe, again. I’ll feel attraction and peace; sure and uncharted. I’ve woken up to different faces but few of them wonderful.
The next time you are in the bathroom.
……..Take your shirt off.
AND stand in front of the mirror.
Are you happy with the way you look?
Do you cry and feel hopeless?
Maybe your story is like mine?
Look…I had tried all the “miracles” in a bottle
and invested in some stupid equipment
that looked like a cheap torture device.
Trainers? Haha..yeah right.
You mean the kids who are 22.
They make us feel like meeting with them
is wasteing their time while they are checking
out the other kids their age.
You know what im talking about dont you?!
Then I realized something….
Something that changed my life…
We all end up somewhere ….
but very FEW of us…
End up somewhere on purpose.
So I challenge you …change.
For me, it was Brian that helped.
I chose to not only buy his product but ALSO
to actually DO IT.
I continue to CHOOSE daily to end up somewhere on purpose.
==>I choose to do something and end up somewhere on purpose
And if you are still thinking…stop.
Mostly…our choices choose where we end up in life.
You know its true.
Sure there are circumstances beyond our control but we still
have a choice to CHOOSE how to tackle that.
We have a choice to change our habits…to learn to
diet properly to change our fitness and start excercising.
So check it out. See what im talking about.
But whatever you do…realize this truth…
we all end up somewhere…
but very FEW of us end up somewhere on purpose.
You were brainwashed into thinking European features are the epitome of beauty
"Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire."
— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse (via imarinicollette)
"He calls me a whore, a slut, he says I’m his only love, and that’s what he ought to say, and what you do say when you just let things say themselves, when you let the body alone, to seek and find and take what it likes, and then everything is right, and nothing’s wasted, the waste is covered over and all is swept away in the torrent, in the force of desire. I asked him to do it again and again. Do it to me. And he did, did it in the unctuousness of blood. And it really was unto death. It has been unto death."
— Marguerite Duras, from The Lover