-Sade Harrison (via wildsultrys0ul)
Things I’m good at:
- Pouring into people
- Making others feel loved & appreciated.
- Taking care of people.
Things I need to work on:
Spring Self Love Giveaway!
In the four year herstory of this blog, you all have seen me grow in loving myself. Love brings so many good things to your life. How have you grown in love?
I will be selecting one person to receive a $100 Amazon gift card in celebration of their self-love journey.
- Tell me: How do you self love & what has self-love done for you?
- Mark if you will allow your submission to be public or not.
- Submit your response: http://younggiftedblaq.tumblr.com/submit
- Submission deadline is Sunday, March 23rd 2014 11:59 PM EST. Winner will be announced Thursday, March 27th, 2014.
& happy self-loving!
Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.
Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.
Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.
What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.
Doggedly loyal to you.
That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?
She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.
But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.
Sadness has hugged me
like the arms of warm water
slip sun into their elbow shackles
and make it dance shards through their syntax.
Sadness has held me
at times when I wanted you most,
told me to hush,
and accept the void where you once stood
as a welcome
into the limbo of lonely.