Thought Catalog

Everything I Wanted To Say (But Didn’t) When You Broke My Heart

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 07:00 PM PDT

Twenty20, m__carty
Twenty20, m__carty

Feb 28, 6:26pm

Get out of my head you fcking idiot. I hate you so fucking much. You made me beleive that you actually liked me. Did you actually really?/?/ Was i not pretty enough. Wasnt i good in bed. fuck you. fuck you so fucking much. you hrut me so fucking much. ive never felt as happy as i did as i saw you in the airport that day. happy and nervous. nervous but happy. and the way you leaned in the car, allowing your cheek to hit my lips as you subtly looked at the billboards that i will now loathe. it was an assurance for me that day, that i lived to your expectations – that i was allowed to touch your skin. and now someone else is touching yours. while your skateboard is still in your room in the house, like how i am righ tnow in the middle of the diing room with a glass of wine that will last for one more sip. i wish i had more. i want to drown – but i dont know in what. i wanna drown and forget you. i wanna drown in you. i want you to magically appear at the front of our gate. i wanna take you around to my favorite never been to places. i wanna experience everything with you. i want to see your eyes in awe. i want to be the one to give you that. me. and no one else. i want to show you what beauty is for me, and secretly hope that you find beauty in them too.

i wanna forget you. erase my mind of everymoment of you. because youre the fucking worst what couldve been. i still think that theres something wrong in me, you fucker. never good enough. part of me thinks i am better than all the other people you're fucking seeing right now. more intelligent, more well cultured – but maybe thats not what you want. maybe you want someone who can dance with you and your stupid british rap songs that i find myself humming out of nowhere. maybe you want someone who has a smaller waitst, slimmer arms, clearer skin. but i honestly thought you wanted more than that – you can see past that. it s so unfair.

you didnt give me the time youre giving them. you rushed yourself into me as i was rushing into you, but you made it move a lightspeed. you did a fucking grand gesture that i say i find creepy but damn fuck you because who else would travel thousands of miles for me? who? no one but you, you fucker. imagine me finding out that i wasnt enough after all. that you went here to be with me – and you found that theres so many things that you want to do other than be with me.

i hate thinking about who you're with. when im walking down the street – i think of who youre kissing. when im eating, im thinking about who youre saying all the filipino words i taught you – all those words mixed with your stupid charming accent. you know how to make them swoon – you've seen me be swept up.

you know the look i give you – you've pointed it out twice. one time when we were walking down and you said "ha, that look you give me when you want to kiss me." and yesterday when you said "stop it, dont try to kiss me".

the pause

you see, i can go all emotional ape shit on you, and drown in my sorrows and heartache that your fucking self did to me

then all it takes is a pause

then i remember of what much of a cunt you are – that you do not deserve my bittersweet words

that you deserve no limelight, good or bad

that i can move on, and be with someone who will love me fully, love my flaws, and fucking give me a tight hug, and kiss me afterwards, and cuddle with me til 10am, and kiss my morning breath, and grip my hand super tight when we walk down the streets we used to walk down on, and will take me to all the places that remind me of you and will remind me again the beauty i once saw in that place.

ill get over this, you, the miles, the billboard, the airport, the night we met and talked until 7am. ill get over one of my favorite trips with my friends where i took you with me through the lens of my phones. ill get over your scent, your hair. ill get over the night you said you're not ready for a commitment and the night you said you were ready – for someone else.

ill get over this fucking stage in my life, because im only 20, its only february of 2016, and there are other people who deserve the genuineness i gave you. the vulnerability. my heart.

its still beating.

this is a heartache in words

this is how you think out loud, ed sheeran

fuck you

im free

my head is free

my heart is safe still beating

everything will be fine

or even better :-) TC mark

7 Reassuring Things You Can Only Learn After Dating A F*ckboy

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 06:00 PM PDT

John Tucker Must Die
John Tucker Must Die

F*ckboys have become a serious nationwide epidemic – possibly even worldwide. No, seriously. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the movie Outbreak; only instead of a disease killing red blood cells, it's just killing off the hope that Mr. Right still exists. The worst part is there is no formula to counter it. Unfortunately, it's really all about timing and mentality. You can hook up with someone on the first date or hold out until the eighth one, and even if you have the most mind-blowing chemistry with them, it's not going to happen if they aren't ready – even if they do really like you.

Because of this, it's difficult to resist becoming cynical about relationships or allowing your guard to come down with each new person. It can cause you to doubt your self-worth and consider settling for less. But once you realize the power is actually in your hands, you'll start to view these experiences in a new light. In fact, we can learn a lot about ourselves and gain a lot of positive lessons from these types of interactions.

1. They save you from baggage.

No need to check any extra bags with these boys. One common thing amongst f*ckboys is that they are gone before they've even unpacked. Even though it sucks, especially once you really begin liking them and think the feeling is mutual, he's actually doing you a massive favor.
As common as fuckboy behavior is, and as confident as these guys may seem, it is not a reflection of a healthy individual.

Whether it's a lack of maturity, deeply rooted insecurities from their childhood or shattered trust from past relationships, there's a reason these guys act like this. Though most of us would happily throw our backs out helping them carry their load, their burden would end up giving us more of a workout than we deserve (we already have the gym for that).

2. They develop your boundaries.

If you are like me, you've been told you are too nice. Please know that this isn't a bad thing, so don't let yourself change just because someone takes advantage of it (the right guy will treasure this quality); however, "nice girls" do have a tendency to tolerate too much BS. Women have a tendency to excuse negative behaviors because they don't want to come across as difficult or crazy.

But there is nothing wrong with having standards, despite what these guys say. In fact, after a few f*ckboy encounters, you'll start to pick up on the signs sooner. This will enable you to establish your boundaries early on…or get out before you waste more time! No worries, if you struggle with figuring this out right away. It takes time!

3. They teach you to be kind to yourself.

Some of these boys are good – like, Casanova smooth with gilded words that slide from their tongues and masks of sincerity – they can sweep you off your feet and into their trap. When they leave, it's natural to question ourselves or think there's something wrong with us. And there might be. But more likely than not, you've encountered a guy who was looking for a challenge and a conquest to boost his ego.

Recognizing this may not ease the sting initially, but it will help you recover faster and allow you to grow in your confidence. You begin to understand their behavior spurs from a place they are in, and not necessarily something you've done wrong. It's just another lesson to add to your collection.

4. They help you realize what you actually want.

We tend to get wrapped up in why they didn't want us, when we really should evaluate the traits we did and didn't like about them. Though he may have seemed like the perfect guy, typically we overlook some of their unfavorable characteristics (it could be something superficial like his weird ears or matchstick legs or a marring character flaw like insensitivity).

For example, you may have met a guy who made you feel beautiful and kept you in constant laughing fits, but he was also disorganized and unreliable. Or maybe he was driven and charming, but he lacked spontaneity and was egotistical. Obviously, you need to be gracious and understand that the future person is only human, but you now have a more specific idea of the type of man who will be compatible with you and your needs.

5. They give you new experiences.

Just because it didn't work out with a guy, doesn't mean it has to be a negative experience. Each encounter with a f*ckboy is an opportunity to grow.

I recently went on a date with one – this boy was charming, sweet, intelligent, driven and seemed genuine. Unfortunately, he didn't last long (…like, past the first date), but he did leave imprint of a valuable lesson. During the dinner, we discussed our careers, and he told me how he got his finance job at Merrill Lynch in New York City. He explained that he had applied to over a hundred jobs and didn't hear back from any of them, so he took an alternative route and his persistency paid off. I found this very inspiring and helped me reevaluate my mindset. So, even when it doesn't work out (as much of a bummer as it is), it doesn't mean that it was a waste of your time. Sometimes people are brought into our lives to inspire us in some way, or vice versa.

6. They are uniting women.

Women everywhere are getting tired of men's laziness, lack of sincerity and respect. From what I've observed over the past few years is more unification amongst women. Women have stopped depending on men for compliments (because they're rarely genuine or deep) and have become more generous in complimenting and encouraging one another. We've started to realize that we aren't competing against each other and that united, we are so much stronger.

7. They make room so the right guy actually has a chance.

Men are just as insecure as we are – they've just grown up with a society telling them that vulnerability is weakness. It has shown them that the way to be a "real man" is to collect women like bottle caps, trading in the most for the biggest ego boost. It's honestly quite sad.

That being said, there are some ridiculously amazing men out there! We should thank the f*ckboys we encounter because not only do they teach us life lessons and help us understand more about ourselves, but they also enable the right guy to meet us. As long as we don't allow ourselves to become bitter from these experiences, we are just one step closer to finding our perfect match. TC mark

6 Reasons To Sleep With Whoever You Want Without Regret

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 05:00 PM PDT

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You wouldn't even be reading this right now if it weren't for the sex your parents had years ago! So why do we deny ourselves the opportunity to participate in such a beautiful experience? It's more than likely because you're fearful of what someone might think of you. Sleeping with whoever you want doesn't mean you have to sleep around. Slow and steady wins the race and I'd suggest one guy at a time, but you don't have to try and stick to having sex with only three people in your lifetime. I mean, let's face it – most of us passed that limit a long time ago. Whether you're afraid of what people would think of you or looking for some clarification on why it's okay to do it, here are six reasons to sleep with who you want without regret. Let's get into it!

1. Sex is beautiful.

Like I said, mistake or not, you wouldn't have the breath of life if it weren't for your parents having some (hopefully mind-blowing) sex. Sex is a beautiful experience that should be shared with someone special; it doesn't mean you have to give them your whole life because you chose them to be that special person. Sure, it's a plus if the two of you fall in love and decide to sleep with each other for the rest of your lives, but how often does that happen these days?

2. Sex does not devalue your human worth.

Contrary to popular belief, your human worth does not decrease with the number of times you've had sex. You're not a car and you don't have mileage. Hopefully, out of self-respect, you won't overdue it. Partaking in sexual activity is special, as I've said already. When you participate, you should remember that at all times. Don't have sex with just any guy; don't have sex unless you want to; and have passionate, mind-blowing sex every single time. You won't steer yourself wrong or have any regrets if you keep those three things in mind.

3. Nobody has to know.

No if, ands, or buts about it. The only people who need to know about the sexual encounters you've had are inside your head–or am I the only one who has voices in their head? This is another reason why it's so important to make sure you're choosing the right kind of people to share a sexual experience with. Don't sleep with someone who can't keep it to themselves. Your sex life is your business, period.

4. There are major health benefits to having sex.

Just Google it if you don't believe me. Why should you deny yourself a healthier lifestyle because you're afraid of what someone might think of you?

5. If your limit is three to five, you're bound to max out before you find "the one."

Finding love is hard as f*ck. If you've set a limit for yourself, you'll probably do one of two things – pass it or settle. Instead of worrying about a limit, just engage. Don't feel bad about it and take a chance at finding love in a way that's a lot more fun!

6. Sexual contact is a natural desire – it's okay!

We all get horny. We all think about sex. It's natural and more importantly, it's nothing to be ashamed about! As long as you're choosing partners that care about their health and you're maintaining yours as well, engage in a healthy sex life. You don't have to regret sleeping with different people. Again, you should not sleep with multiple people at once, but you can sleep with more than three people in your lifetime.

Get out there and live! TC mark

41 Ways I Hope He Shows You The Kind Of Love You’re Afraid Of

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 04:00 PM PDT

Molly Strohl
Molly Strohl

I hope he invites you over for his birthday
, and doesn't tell you when you'll have to leave by.

I hope he calls and wishes you a happy birthday at the strike of midnight, not on social media.

I hope he remembers your major after the first time you tell him.

I hope he buys you the vanilla & chocolate swirl, because he knows you can never decide between the two.

I hope he walks you to your car instead of watching from the window.

I hope he takes you out for brunch, or breakfast instead of late night Wendy's.

I hope he orders you a Diet Coke, instead of Pepsi.

I hope he knows how much he means to you; not how mean he is to you.

I hope he introduces you to his parents, instead of an awkward run-in to the front door in the morning.

I hope he drives you home instead of asking you to drive him to his friend's when you leave.

I hope he knows he has feelings for you the minute he lays eyes on you, instead of contemplating whether he does- or for that matter can.

I hope he takes you to museums and to your favorite restaurant, instead of his full size bed asking you to edit his paper.

I hope he celebrates his acceptance with you, because all he did was ignore my congratulations.

I hope he comes to visit you for the weekend, instead of 2 a.m. on a Wednesday.

I hope he gives you answers, instead of leaving them at just questions.

I hope he comes to see a game, instead of asking if you won.

I hope he lets you in, instead of shutting you out.

I hope he kisses your head, instead of messing with it for years.

I hope he tells you "I love you", instead of typing it.

I hope he makes plans with you, instead of falling through.

I hope he makes time for you, instead of being too busy for you.

I hope he watches Friends with you, instead of Hey Arnold and calling you Helga.

I hope he isn't blindsided when you fall for him, because it's really hard not to.

I hope he's there waiting at the front door with flowers for you, because he could never walk me to mine.

I hope he tells you he is in love with you too, instead of hoping to one day be.

I hope he treats you the way he adores his mother.

I hope he tells you he wants you, and only you- that you are it.

I hope he cares enough to give it another try, instead of moving on to something- someone new.

I hope he makes you feel like the best version of yourself, instead of feeling your worst because of him.

I hope he tells you how beautiful you are, instead of tugging on your arm fat that he points out.

I hope he fights for you, instead of walking away from "what could be".

I hope he he loves you in the way that you want to be loved.

I hope he makes you feel like number one and not seven, or eight.

I hope he does everything he never could for me, to you.

I hope he makes you feel special and important instead of the back burner.

I hope you know what you're getting into, though you never will until your fully in it.

I hope he doesn't break you the way he's broken me.

I hope he cares enough to tell you the truth, because I've still never gotten it.

I hope he doesn't realize you're the one, after you've already left.

I hope he is the man I have always had faith in him becoming, but never being that man for me.

I hope he loves you, every second, reminds you every day how lucky he is to have you. TC mark

I Was Just Diagnosed With A ‘Livable Disease’ And My New Normal Isn’t At All Normal

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 03:00 PM PDT

Twenty20, A_Nikon_Girl
Twenty20, A_Nikon_Girl

"What the f*ck is wrong with me?" I cried as I laid in bed in excruciating pain at 4 in the morning. I wanted to call someone, anyone. The tears rolled down my face as my legs stiffened.

This was night number five.

I attempted to stand up to make the leg cramps subside, stumbling to the ground as soon as I tried.

I laid on the ground for a few minutes, feeling defeated and helpless just like the night before. I reached for my water beside me, chugging it in hopes of ameliorating the problem. Maybe dehydration was the problem. I just needed to drink more water and the leg cramps would go away. Yeah, sure.

"You need to stretch more and maybe take it easy on your legs, you're always on them."

"Eat more protein."

"Drink more electrolytes."

"Get more sleep."

I became thirsty. Always thirsty. I assumed it was because my body was craving more water since I had made an effort to drink more to make the cramps go away. I filled a giant water bottle every night and placed it beside my bedside, knowing I would wake up with cotton mouth at some point in the middle of the night. However, it never satisfied me. Refilling it twice a night became habitual, just like my muscle aches.

Drink more water. Eat more protein.

I was eating right, perhaps even eating more than usual, but my weight was dropping at a rapid rate. At first it felt good. "I'm more active now," I told myself. Constantly walking, always on my feet. This is great.


The more weight I lost, the weaker I felt. Spinning classes were no longer enjoyable, they were a feat to push through. A 10 pound weight was no longer something I lifted with ease, my arm would shake as I attempted to pick it up.

The legs that could once run a half marathon could hardly push through an 11 minute mile.

Drink more. Eat more. Sleep more.

My body was telling me to do all of these things, but I simply couldn't. A gallon of water was hardly satisfying, neither was a giant slice of pizza. Walking to work was no longer enjoyable, it took too much energy out of me. I was growing increasingly irritable with people; anxiety became an integral part of my daily life.

For about a month, I accepted discomfort as a norm. Eventually I would feel better. This was just a weird phase.

Between starting a new job and working crazy hours all while still getting settled in a new city, I figured a trip home for Thanksgiving would be the cure-all to my problems. Although it would only be for a few days, I needed this mini vacation.

Reluctantly, I booked a doctor's appointment with my PCP for Wednesday morning in Boston to see what was going on with me. Although, I had already diagnosed myself with hypothyroidism (thanks, WebMD). So, I walked into the doctor's office fairly positive that I would be prescribed medication and I'd be back to feeling normal again. No biggie. Shit happens.

I began explaining all of my body issues to the nurse practitioner. "You poor thing!" she exclaimed. She asked me a bunch of questions trying to pinpoint what the problem could be, agreeing that hypothyroidism could possibly be the correct diagnosis.

Or maybe it wasn't. However, I ignorantly disregarded all of the other possibilities she discussed with me. Whatever was wrong with me was a quick fix. WebMD had already told me (there was a small chance I had to get surgery, but that also wasn't going to happen).

I had to get a series of blood tests done in the lab upstairs. I waited impatiently as my hair appointment was quickly approaching. Spending 2 hours at the doctors was not how I wanted to start my trip home. She injected the needles into my arm as I stared at my wrist watch. Get me out of here.

I eventually made it to the hair salon, and I was finally doing something that I wanted to do. The foils sat in my hair as I chatted away with my hairdresser, blushing as she commented on my weight loss, although I knew it wasn't really something to be proud of.

My phone rang, it was the doctor's office. I knew the blood test results would come back later that day but I didn't realize how fast it would be.

"Hi, is this Beth?"


The doctor spoke to me in panic. I listened intently as she began to explain my lab results. She said a lot, but all I heard was a single sentence that made my face turn pale.

"We believe that you have type 1 diabetes."

They advised me to get to the ER, my blood sugar was dangerously high and I apparently was in diabetic ketoacidosis (I didn't know what that was until I Googled it either).

She washed the foils out as I blankly stared at the ceiling. I literally didn't know what to feel.

I drove myself to the ER, not really knowing how serious my condition was (looking back it was probably an awful idea to drive). I checked myself in as my phone was blowing up with questions from my parents and my sister. No one really knew what was happening. No one understood.

My life had quickly spun into a whirlwind yet I still felt blissfully unaware of the situation that I was currently in.

I parked my car outside of the ER of South Shore Hospital and walked inside with my belongings.

"For a blood sugar count of 700, you look pretty darn good," the nurse at the front desk said to me. That number didn't really mean anything to me. I politely smiled.

A normal blood sugar count is roughly 90-140.

I laid in the hospital bed waiting for my family to arrive. The tears still refused to fall, as confusion was the only emotion that I could really feel. They set me up on two IVs, one filled with insulin, the other filled with salt water. I watched Modern Family on mute as patients passed by my room. My nurse periodically came in and checked my blood sugar and my vitals, eventually I became numb to it all.

Happy Thanksgiving Eve to me.

I don't remember the exact moment that it set in. Perhaps it was the 2am wake up call to prick my finger and check my blood sugar. Or maybe it was the third time I plead for food only to be told to wait until my insulin drip runs out. It may not have been an exact moment, but possibly a culmination of overwhelming events, conversations, and 'I'm sorry's.

You didn't do anything to cause this. Type 1 and Type 2 aren't the same. This is just a bump in the road. You can live with this. You'll be OK, Beth. You're a healthy person, this will be manageable for you.

I talked to dozens of different nurses, dietitians, and doctors. They periodically came into my room in the ICU, asking how I was doing, reassuring me that things were going to be OK. Saying this would soon become a "new normal." Telling me that my life wouldn't be any different, I'd just have to make some adjustments here and there. I was so exhausted and overwhelmed that all of these words went over my head.

But this was my life now.

This is my life now.

I stared at the "Diabetes Management" book given me to by one of the dietitians. On the cover was two overweight elderly people. One was holding a tennis racket and the other was cutting vegetables. A fucking tennis racket and vegetables. Honestly? Be more irrelevant.

The first page read "What is Diabetes?" It was plastered with the symptoms that I had been ignoring for a month. I quickly shut the book and threw it back on the chair beside me.

I spent the entire week in the hospital. They were monitoring and perfecting insulin levels for the time being so I could make it back to DC safe and sound. My meals were carb controlled, and I was taught the basics of balancing proteins, carbs, and fats in a mini-diabetes boot camp.

At first they would inject my insulin for me. I would lift up my shirt and they punctured the needle into me–the physical pain was minimal, however, the mental pain is what hurt the most.

"Do you want to try doing it on your own?" She handed me over the insulin pen. I held it with shaky hands. The tears started to fall again.

This was my new normal.

This is my new normal.

I feel silly for mourning over this disease. My constant tears in the hospital didn't seem warranted. There are more people in this world in far worse shape than I am currently in.

It's ok to be angry.

Diabetes was continually described to me as a "livable disease." I was told I could still do what every other 22 year old does; that sooner or later it'll just become an integral part of my life.

It's not the technicalities of it that scare me. I don't need to change my life all that much. The needles aren't large, the finger pricks to test my blood sugar hardly feel like a pinch.

What scares me is my ignorance.

I stare at my plate, it no longer looks like food. It looks like carbs, fats, proteins; it looks like poison. I stare in my purse, it no longer looks like a black hole for my house keys. It looks like a safe haven for my diabetes kit.

My stomach is no longer skin, it's a grid split into quadrants; quadrants that are meant to be punctured with a needle 4 times a day.

What scares me is failure. Low blood sugars when they should be higher. Exercising at the wrong time. Forgetting my glucose tabs when I'm in desperate need. Not knowing how to respond to people saying "eat this," when I know I can't. Pricking the same finger too many times. Running out of test strips.

Failing at being a "good" type 1 diabetic.

I have more questions than I do answers. And that is what perhaps scares me the most.

I have a new normal, except, it's not normal yet. TC mark

Best. Prank. Ever. Watch This Brother Trick His High Sister Into Believing Zombies Are After Them

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 02:09 PM PDT

It all starts when Millicent goes to get her wisdom teeth removed!

Youtube / Cabot Phillips
Youtube / Cabot Phillips

“Any final words Millicent?” Her brother asks. “No!” She responds with a laugh.

But she has no idea of the laugh that is about to come!

Youtube / Cabot Phillips
Youtube / Cabot Phillips

After the surgery Millicent is totally high on the medication she got when her wisdom teeth were removed. Her brother comes to pick her up.

But on the way home there is a weird radio annoucement:

Youtube / Cabot Phillips
Youtube / Cabot Phillips

“State and local officials have reported cases of high fever, nausea, death, and even cannibalism. Stay in place until further notice.”

And the prank amps up even another step with a phone call from mom, urging both of them to get back to the house right away.

Youtube / Cabot Phillips
Youtube / Cabot Phillips

Finally, the two of them make it back home and the brother begins frantically putting stuff in the car.

Youtube / Cabot Phillips
Youtube / Cabot Phillips

The sister, however, totally isn’t having it — and hilarity ensues.

Youtube / Cabot Phillips
Youtube / Cabot Phillips

“We have guns!! Why are you putting garden equipment in the car??”

And another hilarious moment comes when the brother forces his sister to chose between taking the dog or the cat with them.

Youtube / Cabot Phillips
Youtube / Cabot Phillips

“The cat, you idiot!”

And the poor dog?

Youtube / Cabot Phillips
Youtube / Cabot Phillips

Apparently he was on his way out anyway.

Throughout the video, despite her drugged up state, Millicent showed some half-decent survival skills, like when her brother asked whether they should stop at CostCo for supplies.

Youtube / Cabot Phillips
Youtube / Cabot Phillips

“No, it’s gonna be a bloodbath in there!”

Honestly, one of the funniest videos I’ve seen on the internet for a long time! Watch the full thing below!

Now the rest of us have to step our pranking up! TC mark

A Thank You Letter To All Those Who Told Me I Wasn’t Good Enough

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 02:01 PM PDT

Quentin Simon
Quentin Simon

To the teacher who didn't think I was smart enough. Thank you. It's because of you that I learned how to find my own idea of genius and find a path away from all the textbooks and tests that you thought were for everyone. It's because of you that I decided to find books that speak to my heart instead of studying books that never evoked my inspiration.

To the parent who didn't believe in me. Thank you. It's because of you that I learned the art of rebellion. I learned that just because you brought me into this world doesn't mean you will lock me inside of it. I learned to find my own voice amidst all the noise you kept trying to tell me. I learned that if you do not lead by example, I am not obliged to follow you.

To the person who never loved me back. Thank you. It's because of you I learned to love myself. I learned that I do not need your validation or your approval to believe that I am a person who deserve to be immensely loved. I learned that I will fall for a lot of boys who may not love me back, and I learned that as long as I don't lose myself in the process – love will always be an unpredictable yet delightful experience. I learned that I am capable of being on my own. I learned that I don't need a man to complete me.

To the friend who backstabbed me. Thank you. It's because of you that I learned to be careful with who I trust. I learned to pick my friends wisely. I learned that people are not always as they may seem and I learned that some good friendships will end over the most trivial reasons.

To the boss who discounted my opinion. Thank you. You forced me to find another job which made me find a better boss and a better path for me. Every time you would bring me down, I would find a way to build myself back up. You made me find my own identity, you made me walk away with pride. You pushed me to make my dreams happen so I don't have to ever work for someone like you again.

To the person who made fun of my dreams. Thank you. You made me fight for them even more. By belittling me; you only belittled yourself. You made me realize that some people will always hate what they don't understand and some people are shallow enough to think that anything that seems unconventional will always be a failure. Thank you for teaching me how not to associate myself with people like you. Thank you for making fall in love with my dreams even more.

To the one who decided he can do better. Thank you. You made me realize I deserve better. You made me put an end to all the excuses I made for people who didn’t treat me well. You made me put an end to all the lies I told myself about people who were clearly wrong for me. And you made me stop trying to change myself for someone else. You made me believe in finding someone who falls in love with who I really am – with all my imperfections.

To anyone who will make me feel like I am not good enough. Thank you in advance. Every time you doubt me, you make me believe in myself even more. Every time you belittle me, I love myself even more and every time you try to destroy me, you make me invincibleTC mark

Stop Letting Your Single Status Convince You You’re Not Amazing

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 01:00 PM PDT

 Damian Borja
Damian Borja

A man doesn't determine your value. Most of them don't stick around long enough to see the real you anyway. If they barely know you, then they're not turning you down. They're turning down the shell of you, the inaccurate version of you that their mind has pieced together from past experiences and assumptions.

The number of Tinder matches you get doesn't determine your value. Everyone on the app is only seeing a snapshot of you, a smile frozen in time. They're not seeing the way your eyes shimmer when you laugh or the way that laugh sounds when it escapes your painted lips. They're getting a fraction of the full picture.

Your Friday night plans don't determine your value. Most couples aren't going out on lovey dovey dates over the weekend, anyway. They're lounging around inside, watching Netflix, just like you are. They don't have some superior life, just because they happen to have someone to share their blanket with.

Your Facebook status doesn't determine your value. No one's using the site to keep tabs on you, anyway. They're using it to brand themselves, to pretend that they have their lives together to impress the people they think are paying attention, but aren't. No one even realizes that your status is set to "single."

Your beauty doesn't determine your value. The mirror can't tell you anything worthwhile about yourself. It doesn't know how well you treat your friends or how hard you've worked to get where you are. Even if your reflection reached perfection, would you really want to be with someone who valued your body over your brain?

Your Instagram pictures don't determine your value. Drop #RelationshipGoals from your vocabulary, because no pair is perfect. Besides, the "happy" couples popping up on your feed might have taken their precious photo after a huge fight, before bursting into tears, or while or on the edge of a breakup. You never know the story behind the picture.

Your single status doesn't determine your value. Think of all of the empowered women in the world without a boyfriend by their side. They're not any less beautiful or intellectual, just because they're unattached. Happiness doesn't lie in the arms of a man. You can still end up with a thriving career, lifelong friends, and a penthouse apartment. Everything you can do with a boyfriend, you can do without one, right down to making yourself orgasm. So really, what are you wasting so much time on the dating scene for?

Sure, it would be nice to kiss your single life goodbye. No one wants to feel that surge of worthlessness after being ghosted or catfished or flat out rejected–but you shouldn't be doubting yourself whenever a man you happen to like fucks up. Your relationship status doesn't determine your value. That's all up to you.TC mark

28 Random Thoughts Only Healthy, Happy Couples Have

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 12:01 PM PDT





























TC mark

I Want You When You’re Broken

Posted: 12 Apr 2016 11:00 AM PDT

Victoria Zeoli
Victoria Zeoli

I want you when you're broken. When you've felt the crushing pain of a severed relationship, when you've barely made it through, scratching and kicking all the way to the other side.

I want you when you've tasted a love song gone sour, when you've given your all to something and fallen short, when you've felt defeat and loneliness and fear, when you know this life is painful and terrifying, yet you're still fighting through, still looking for love.

I want you when you're vulnerable, when you're hesitant. When the ache of your past is still lingering, so you're taking careful steps to me.

Trust me, I don't want any of this to happen to you. But if it does, I want to be the one you fall for afterwards. I want to be the reason you trust again, the hands that hold your heart like its precious, the smile that warms your fragile soul. I want to be the one that mends and soothes and comforts, the one who makes you believe in love again, shows you how powerful a kiss can be.

I want to lift you when your spirits are low. I want to love every broken piece of you, heal you with gentle touches and faithful kisses and a heart that treasures you more than you've ever been. I know I cannot fix you, cannot make you whole. But I can make you believe. And I want that.

I want you to let go of fear, let go over everyone who has hardened your heart, and fall into me. I want you to know that you are capable of loving, that we are capable of becoming something beautiful, and you shouldn't be afraid.

I want you when you're broken because I know how it feels to be there. Because I've tasted loneliness, bitter and harsh on my own tongue. Because I've teetered on the edge of giving up. Because I've loved and been loved so beautifully when I didn't think I had the power to believe again.

So please don't withhold your heart just because you're hurting. The world is filled with broken people and we are all still lovely, still capable of wonderful things. Know that you are wanted, even at your lowest. Yes, I want you at that point. And I want to bring you up, to rise with you, together and new. TC mark