reblogging again cause this looks sick on my blog
Oh my god.
HOW TO LOVE A WOMAN
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”
-Tupac A. Shakur
Been my favorite quote since the 8th grade.
its a lot harder than it seems. You talk all day, everyday. You fall asleep on the phone together. You wake up to good morning texts. You think about them every second you’re awake then when you’re asleep, you dream about them. You spend time with them weather its in person or not. They soon become a part of your everyday life and you get used to it… Then all of a sudden, they leave. Most of the time once they’re gone, they’re gone for good. Meaning, no more late night calls, no more cute text messages (actually no texts at all), no more ’ i love you ’ ‘babe ‘ all of that. The first few days you will want to call, text, send them an ask, IM, really do everything just to talk to them and restore what’s “normal”. But, as much as you try, things don’t change. The hardest part is letting go. You check their tumblr and often just to see what they’re doing and also to see if they have someone new. This person that was once your everything is now just a memory. A memory that you replay over and over again in your head. You spend nights reminiscing in the said words, shared laughs, the kisses, all the good things that went on during the time you two were together. Letting go can take weeks, months, even years. Remember that this was just a fragment of time, a memory that will someday fade.
Here I go. Fucking things up again. Me putting you down, always upsetting and disappointing you, letting those tears run down your cheeks, making you feel like I don’t have a care in the world about you, and the lack of effort I am giving to you. I don’t know why I’m always treating you like…