Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart...

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart...

IT'S FRIDAY...

FRIDAYFRIDAYFRIDAYFRIDAY.... FINALLY!

Well, not technically, it's still Thursday night but it's pretty much Friday. Goodness, this was a long week.

Hope everyone had a decent week. Saturday is St. Patrick's Day and the parade. Oh, yeahhhh.

PLUS! I have this Monday off. Except that I have to go downtown and taste all the food that is going to be served at prom. Oh, well.

Have a fabulous weekend, everyone! Enjoy this post!

Always,

Gracie

I don't want a perfect relationship. I just want someone who I can act silly with, someone who treats me well and loves being with me.

Perhaps as you went along you did learn something. I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about.

-The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

"If you were happy before him, you can be happy after him." But, what if you weren't all that happy before, and he's the one thing that made you the happiest you've ever been?

Stop thinking you need people - get it out of your head. Just live your life, beautifully. Make yourself happy because you're never promised that you'll find someone who can do that for you. And even if you do find that person - you could loose them. Stop depending on anyone else in your life to determine your happiness and start looking in the mirror at the most important one. Just be patient, and in time you'll come across someone that feels right - and without even knowing it you will have picked someone who compliments you, rather than trying to find someone who completes you.

We're just afraid, period. Our fear is free floating. We're afraid this isn't the right relationship, or we're afraid it is. We're afraid they won't like us, or we're afraid they will. We're afraid of failure or we're afraid of success. We're afraid of dying young or growing old. We're more afraid of life than we are death. When I think about love, I think about when I was little and I automatically knew what I wanted. Love just like that. Like your favorite color comes to you, or how a smile comes across your face. It should just hit you and you should know that's how it's supposed to.

Love waits for one thing, the right moment.

Strangers? More like friends we haven't met yet.

Stuck it out this far together, put our dreams through the shredder. Let’s toast cause things got better. And everything could change like that and all these years go by so fast, but nothing lasts forever.

I feel like people get lost when they think of happiness as a destination. We’re always thinking that someday we’ll be happy. You know, we’ll get that car or that job or that person in our lives that fixes everything. But happiness is a mood and a condition, it’s not a destination. It’s like being tired or hungry; it’s not permanent, it comes and goes, and that’s okay. And I feel like if people thought of it that way, they’d find happiness a lot more often.

Nobody is ever 'fine'. Fine is a bullshit word that people use when they are fed up with being asked 'what's wrong?'

I'm sorry that I constantly doubt people and wonder if I can actually trust them. With experiences like mine, you would be this way too.

I understand the impulse. The impulse to want to put out your hand and want someone to be there at the end of your reach. To want someone to be close to. To want to kiss or touch, even if it's wrong. The point is, you can't control these feelings. Even if they're wrong, they're still there.

I won't forgive me if I give up trying.

-Adele