“Skinny Love (Cover)” | Ed Sheeran
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A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
Long were the nights when nobody listened to your tears, but the man on the moon. I have been there and I have done that, but your skin is the same color as the sun skinny dipping into the dark sea of nevermore. Crazy were the days when I thought I met love, but then I met you. I have loved and loved some more, but your smile is the ripeness of an apple right before we bite into its nutrients. Empty were the years I have gone without you, but you are the streetlights finally coming on after I have ran a whole country looking for conquerers who could seize poetry and arm themselves from teeth to bone with a pen… but mortal men do what they can to only know, that even humans have a limit… even a proper ending can sound like a scratchy and nervous first hello. Beautiful is the remaining days of my life when I will have you as my friend, but the horizon only stays that way if there is light and that is why you are more daytime than moonshine, but we have lived for so long inside of these walls that soon enough, our ears will bleed out poems because our brain is leaking and our hearts are sewn too closely together, when yours beat, mine it hurts more and when your lungs grasp for air beneath the deep ocean blue, my lungs I’ve taken the water in just for you to breathe a second longer and if in that second, you’d glance into my eyes–
know that no matter what, I’d be looking right back at you. My very own waking daylight.
Submerged into my honey-scorched eyes.
You are the feeling we get right before our hearts heals & decided that in this very moment, this very second; I can finally do this again. (via poetryleftbyher)
My eyes have seen the bottom of oceans and I think we met under a clam of emotions the ripples of childhood tore from our souls. My paper fingertips have been burned for so long I cant tell if I’m holding onto a dream or if I exist today. The moments of doubt stack sky high, but your practiced exhale of consistency has never done more than shake hands with the insecurities skating across my eyelids. If lady luck doesnt visit this side of the moon again, know that my pillow holds your every worry. I read endings first to make the break cleaner, but I’d swallow the lightning that pulls you back. Stories are just words until someone gives them a meaning. Seasons are just ordinary days strung across a clothesline until you breathe in eyes that show you colors you’ve never seen before. And if this is what a second chance times a couple hundred feels lkke, I’ll gladly meet you at the start every morning .
(via teacup12)
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
This. Is. So. Important.
Easily the best thing I’ve ever read on tumblr
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
This is so important. And I’ve heard so many people, friends, and family members tell me they “fell out of love” with someone and after nearly 8 years with my husband (and almost a year of marriage) I can honestly say that is bullshit. You don’t fall out of love with someone. You choose to stop loving them. You choose to stop seeing what made them special. You choose to stop learning more about them. You choose to everything about being in love with someone. Every single day I wake up and choose to love my husband. I learn new things about him every day. And he does the same with me.
Just a little free writing before my Communications class
I came to the realization that, you know what, I am fucking good enough.
I spend my days telling myself that I could be better, I could be prettier, I could be skinnier.. I could be all these things, and yet, here I am, perfectly healthy, talented and beautiful in my own way, and I’m spending so much time hating myself.
I know I’m not skinny. The number one thing I’ve always struggled with is my size. But you know what, I’m not huge either. I’m just me. I shouldn’t label my body size to fit societies expectations to do so. My body is mine and will always be my own and I can do with it how I please. I do the things I need to do to maintain a relatively healthy shape and try to avoid anything really bad for me. I could eat better, but those are bad habits I need to break. I’ve gone my entire life drinking soda, and I’ve just started to cut that out of my life a few months back. I feel better when I buy and drink just water.
I just got this wave of serious confidence rush over me. I have a beautiful girlfriend, and I deserve her. There were those times when I got down on myself for my looks and how she could get better and you know what, she probably could. But I will swear by it that I love her more than any other girl could, because I’m willing to give her the world..and that’s all that should count. I think that is all that counts. She just wants to be loved, and I, without any trouble at all, can love her forever.
I feel happy :) I am me, and that’s all that I can be.
