Thought Catalog


Tell Me How You Feel Even If It Hurts

Posted: 14 Feb 2016 08:00 PM PST

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Tell me if you ever cared,
if a single thought
for me was spared.

Tell me when you lie in bed,
do you think of something
I once said.

Tell me if you hurt at all,
when someone says
my name with yours.

It may have been so long ago,
but I would give
the world to know. TC mark

Thank You For How You Love Me

Posted: 14 Feb 2016 07:30 PM PST

Simone Becchetti
Simone Becchetti

Thank you for loving me quietly. For taking the time to remember how many sugars I take in my morning coffee, for knowing me well enough to notice when I am happy or sad, disappointed or overwhelmed. In the silence I notice everything you do — how you reach for my hand when I am having a nightmare, how you hold me a little tighter when I see something that softens me.

Thank you for choosing me every single day. For fighting for what we have when difficulty hangs heavy in the air, for insisting that we are stronger together, capable of proving the odds wrong, filled with the potential to make even the hardships that will meet us into lessons, into seeds that grow us. Thank you for always being my voice of reason. For calming me down when doubt sinks into my skin, for building my restless a heart a safe place within your very own.

Thank you for inspiring me to be a better person. For seeing gardens within me when I saw cemeteries. You have this beautiful way of reflecting your vision into my eyes, this talent for showing me the person I am and the person I have every opportunity to be. Thank you for always supporting me, for ruthlessly believing in my mind and in my talent every moment I question my purpose. Thank you for being proud of me.

Thank you for always letting me know how much you care. For the "good morning" letters I wake up to on weekdays, for the small messages you send me when you remember something I did that made you laugh. Thank you for making me a part of your life even when we are apart – for the lunch break phone calls, to the photos you send me when you're bored. Thank you for making me feel missed, thank you for making me feel appreciated.

Thank you for loving the parts of myself I used to hide, for cherishing the quirks and the twists that others always wanted to untie. Thank you for adoring the fact that I sometimes snort when I laugh, for admiring my terrible jokes and my love for 80s power ballads. Thank you for thinking my two left feet are adorable, for stopping to stare at me and smile when I am hyper and dancing around every busy city street. Thank you for accepting me, and all of my offbeat ways, for it has helped me to accept myself.

Most importantly —  thank you for making an effort that stretches far beyond a simple bouquet of loud red roses. For making it your mission to make me smile; to fill my life with wonder. You and your ability to love so openly, and so deeply, despite what you have been through is stunning. With every new day you make me want to discover more and more ways to make you happy, you make me want to invent new words that could rightfully describe just how much I feel for you. You have taught me that love can thrive, that it can come back into your life and change you from the inside. You have taught me how courageous it is to simply have faith in the heart of another, and all I can say, with every inch of my patchwork soul, is thank you. Thank you for what you do. Thank you for how you love. TC mark

Read more of Bianca Sparacino’s writing in her new book Seeds Planted in Concrete here.

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Why Valentine’s Day Is The Most Pointless Holiday We Celebrate

Posted: 14 Feb 2016 05:45 PM PST

Daria Nepriakhina
Daria Nepriakhina

Contrary to what romantic comedies would have us believe, Valentine's Day isn’t all that great. It’s actually like one of those fancy clubs with a strict dress code and an expensive cover – the idea of it is way better than the actual thing. Sure Fetty Wap and Scott Disick rolled through last weekend but the music sucks, the people suck, and you’re constantly being reminded that you’re not important enough to be standing where you are. Despite it never being any fun, you keep coming back, telling yourself that will it get better.

But time and time again, you end up spending your night the same way: swaying to the music like a jaded stripper, on the fruitless 6 p.m. shift hoping that someone will eventually acknowledge your existence. Apparently no one else seems to mind the $15 drinks and the mind numbing techno beat that's been interwoven into every song. The long line and hot bartender complete the purposely exclusive effect of the dump, and fuel that insecure-twitter-obsessed gremlin on your shoulder who eggs you on with whispers of: hey, this place is exclusive. This place is awesome. This place is absolutely not a waste of your limited time on this earth. So you go along with the charade because not doing so would make you look like a fucking weirdo or Drake circa his "Marvin's Room" sad boy days.

Valentine’s Day is similarly structured and similarly pointless and as of no, there are only two camps that you can celebrate it with: the "annoying couples on Facebook" and the "quirky anti-valentiners".

The "annoying couples on Facebook" are there to make you feel shitty about being single. They take Valentine’s Day as an opportunity to show the world just how in love they really are, and how much you’re missing out. They're more into looking like they're in love than actually being in love. They're the type of couple that thinks a darkly lit restaurant with only five tables in it and a 45-minute wait is fancy, just because it's partially owned by Ryan Gosling. They celebrate Valentine’s Day for the Facebook and Instagram likes because their relationship has recently gone stale and their unsure of what to do now that everyone has stopped paying attention to them. Their date nights are spent either on their phones or asking strangers to take pictures of them, with said phones, because their bond is as superficial as it is fragile. You know that timeless philosophical question: "If a tree falls in a forest and nobody’s around to hear it, does it make sound?" Well if their relationship is the falling tree, the answer is: it didn’t make a fucking whisper.

Sir Isaac Newton once said that "for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction". That is how the "quirky anti-valentiners" operate in relation to the "annoying Facebook couples". They are two of sides of the same annoying-ass coin. "Quirky anti-valentiners" are the "annoying Facebook couples" main target audience, because they're the only ones dumb enough to find pictures of couples hiking cute. They're just as bad as those Facebook couples because they take Valentine’s Day just as seriously. They love posting about quirky stuff like cats and Harry Potter trivia. They find "That moment when…" vines hilarious. They love terribly written listicles entitled "22 ways you know that you're dating an introverted extrovert" – which by the way, doesn’t even make sense. They're not in a relationship, they love Gilmore Girls, and the only that they can communicate any of this is, is also through BuzzFeed lists. They're the ones who talk about their wine drinking as if it's an actual vice. They #relationshipgoals, but not ironically. The only difference between them and the annoying Facebook couples is that at the moment, they are in-between one of their sub-par and similarly doomed relationships.

Both groups fail to see Valentine’s Day for what it really is – the monetization and exploitation of real human sentiment for profit. There's a reason that every romantic comedy and Love Actually rip-off comes out around this time of the year. It’s not an accident that jewelry sales go up 200% either. People are barraged with a constant stream of media and convinced that one item or another is fundamental to the celebration of their special day. "They" (Not a DJ Khaled "they," but more of a Superfly "The Man") use culture tradition to sling their worthless shit. Flowers and chocolates and diamonds have no inherent value to them, but we've been, for lack of a better word: indoctrinated into associating these things with "love," which is obviously preposterous.

That being said, it’s not our fault that we've come to associate love with something as trivial as Valentine’s Day. This type of cultural hypnosis is more common than you would think. "Black History Month and Women's History Month" are by definition, only a month long, which begs the question: what is history the rest of the time? You would think that these things are important enough to be incorporated into daily life outside of the month of February, but apparently not.

Systematic oppression aside, in the social media era, where images rule our world, sharing and accessibility are everything and that means that an idea that can't be expressed in 140 characters or less doesn’t really exist. Our image-driven media has given way to corollary marketing. Meaning that, with our eyes peeled, Clockwork Orange-style, we've been bombarded with constant seasonal sales and celebrity endorsements that train us to associate everything we like with shit that we don't really need. "LeBron wins-LeBron wears beats-I wear beats-I win."

In psychology this phenomenon is known as "conditioning." In Pavlov's famous conditioning experiments, he found that his dog subjects began to salivate not only when meat was presented to them, but also more significantly, when the person feeding them came into proximity with them. It turns out that the dogs had been inadvertently trained to associate the person feeding them with the food itself, and therefore reacted in a similar way to the feeders. It's the same train of logic that leads parents to yell at children when they misbehave. The child learns to associate bad behavior with the punishment and is then discouraged to misbehave in the future. If you think that I'm comparing people to bags of salivating meat like dogs, that's exactly what I am doing.

Christmas, Independence Day, Thanksgiving, etc. – how do we actually celebrate holidays? Do we associate them with their sentiments or do we associate them with their paraphernalia? Not to be repetitive but Coca-Cola created our modern-day Santa Claus, and nowhere in the bible does it say anything about Christmas trees.

Valentine’s Day is an especially clear example of conditioning because it so obviously has nothing to do with what it's supposed to be celebrating. When it comes to Christmas, one could point out the irony in people spending 80% of their time away from the people they love, doing a job they don't like, to buy shit that they don't need, for the family that they don't see, because they're doing a job they don’t like, to earn money for shit that they don't actually want in the first place. However, that's beside the point. In this system, people need to work to live and that's that. So one could say The Holidays are a good thing because they offer a quick reprieve from all of that slavery work.

Valentine’s Day is a made up space for people to act as if they're in love. For couples that are actually in love, every single day is basically Valentine’s Day. They go on dates and pretend to like each other's friends, do all of those other countless little things that make love, love. So single or taken, I encourage you to avoid the typical Valentine’s Day fuckery like its TIDAL and do this instead:

Go Out

Obviously there are going to be some awesome drink specials that night so you would be a fool not to take advantage of them. If you're single, so what if all of your close friends are with their significant others, text that girl or guy you've been meaning to ask out and just go for it.

If BuzzFeed is any evidence, quirky, single, anti-Valentine’s day celebrations are all the rave now. A night spent masturbating and stalking your ex on Facebook could be spent getting to know someone new. That being said, whatever you do, do not pay for their drinks – you're not dating, you're single (as fuck).

If you aren’t single, move your date night away from that stuffy faux French restaurant with the set menu and over to your sad neighborhood bar with all of the middle-aged alcoholics. The drinks are strong and nothing will reinforce the sanctity of your relationship more than the sight of old men drunkenly singing to Journey.

Romance Yourself

If you're one of those unhappy single people, go take a look at yourself in the mirror and slap yourself-in face, really, really hard. Yeah you're alone on Valentine’s Day, but you're alone most of the time anyways, so don't be upset. Think about it, you could be hiking or brunching, or if the relationship has really gone bad – your girlfriend could be throwing a champagne bottle at your face or instagramming an anonymous love poem you sent her with the caption "Who sent me this?!"

Being single isn't about going out every weekend and trying your hardest to catch gonorrhea, it's about taking care of yourself – the same way you would for another person. Remember how your livelihood depended on that one person? Do you remember how much time you spent imagining new ways to impress them? Don't let those sappy commercials and movies get to you, they are just trying to get you to spend money on shit that you don't need. Get a pizza, watch Lawrence of Arabia, rub one out like a champ, and go into work the next day fresh.

If you are in a relationship, forgot about all of those activities that you think you should be doing and be selfish instead. Get a pizza, watch Lawrence of Arabia, have some mind-numbing average sex, and fall asleep in each other's arms. It'll be way cheaper and ultimately, way more satisfying than paying someone to write " I <3 U" in the sky in chemical trails. Which brings me to my next and most favorite thing to do on Valentine’s Day…

Save Money

On Valentine’s Day, flowers and chocolate appreciate in value at an alarming rate. So count your lucky stars that you're not wasting your money on a relationship that's literally subject to who does and doesn’t like your Instagram pictures. Valentine’s Day doesn’t mean shit anymore because anything that once resembled romance has been adopted and bastardized into just another cheap, tourism-store snow globe level trinket. For some reason loving someone isn’t enough – you have to buy them jewelry, chocolate, roses, heart-shaped paperweights, etc. It doesn’t matter, really­ ­– just as long as it's red, expensive, and impresses his or her Facebook friends.

So if you're in a relationship keep it kosher, keep it tasteful; buy a pizza and watch Lawrence of Arabia. Your single friends will hate you less when you tell them about it the next day. TC mark

Be Mine, Make Me Yours, Marry Me

Posted: 14 Feb 2016 05:30 PM PST

Jovo Jovanovic
Jovo Jovanovic

Be mine,
and I'll make sure to kiss your nose
instead of your lips when the sun comes up
and to wear your shirt as the kitchen is filled
with our breathy laughter.

Make me yours,
and I'll listen to every syllable coming from your mouth,
hold your hand when things get rough,
slap you when you make me cry,
and embrace you when you make me laugh.

Marry me,
and we'll dance to that love song
from dusk till dawn,
breathing in each other's exhales
and painting I love you's on each other's bodies.

Marry me,
and we'll grow old together,
making memories that only you and I will know.
Let's be each other's
now and always. TC mark

27 Quotes About Love You Can Share With Your Philosophical Sweetheart This Valentine’s Day

Posted: 14 Feb 2016 04:46 PM PST

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1. "Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

— Lao Tzu

2. "The love we give away is the only love we keep."

— Elbert Hubbard

3. "There is no remedy for love but to love more."

— Henry David Thoreau

4. "One word frees us
Of all the weight and pain in life,
That word is Love."

— Socrates

5. "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."

— Aristotle

6. "To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead."

— Bertrand Russell

7. "To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished."

— Roland Barthes

8. "The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope."

— Walter Benjamin

9. "I know of only one duty, and that is to love."

— Albert Camus

10. "Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way."

— Hélène Cixous

11. "Rules for happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for."

— Immanuel Kant

12. "At the touch of love, every man becomes a poet."

— Plato

13. "That which is done out of love is always beyond good and evil."

— Friedrich Nietzsche

14. "In love, one and one are one."

— Jean-Paul Sartre

15. "To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written."

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

16. "It is love that asks, that seeks, that knocks, that finds, and that is faithful to what it finds."

— St. Augustine

17. "Love is the expression of one's values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another."

— Ayn Rand

18. "Faith is like love, it cannot be forced."

— Arthur Schopenhauer

19. "But is it what we love, or how we love, that makes true good?"

— George Eliot

20. "The heart has its reasons which reason knows not."

— Blaise Pascal

21. "I want you to be everything that's you, deep at the center of your being."

— Confucius

22. "Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself."

— Søren Kierkegaard

23. "Love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone."

— Dante Alighieri

24. "Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real."

— Iris Murdoch

25. "Love is not consolation, it is light."

— Simone Weil

26. "Love is of all the passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart, and the senses."

— Voltaire

27. "The reason why all men honor love is because it looks up, and not down; aspires and not despairs."

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Man Turns His Home Into A Heartwarming Museum Dedicated To His Late Wife

Posted: 14 Feb 2016 04:16 PM PST

It’s a well-known fact that I’ve got an overly ooey-gooey heart and, as much as I sometimes wish would harden, it instantly melts for anything love related. So #bless my inner hopeless romantic, because I stumbled upon the perfect video just in time for Valentine’s Day.

The new music video from band MUTEMATH shares the bittersweet story of “LaLa” and Louise, high school sweethearts who remained together until Louise’s passing. LaLa explains experiencing love at first sight, and why he turned his home into a museum of their love dedicated to her memory.

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A wonderful reminder to celebrate the ones we have, the ones we’ve lost. And most importantly, celebrate love.

Now excuse me while I go cry my eyes out. TC mark