Thought Catalog

Here’s Who You’re Most Compatible With, Based On Your Zodiac Sign

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 08:46 PM PDT

Jeff Isy
Jeff Isy


(March 21st to April 19th)

An Aries is very loving, curious, thrilling, and outspoken. They are best suited for people who will know how to cool them down when they get a little too fiery. However, they cannot be restricted, so they are most compatible with a sign that is a great balance of independence and compassion. A Gemini will bring an Aries all of the vitality and adventure they need in a relationship, while still appealing to their need for knowledge and their inquisitive nature.


(April 20th to May 21st)

A Taurus is very indulgent, creative, and lazy. They are best suited for someone who doesn't mind relaxing and staying in a few nights a week, while still catering to their creativity and physicality. A Cancer is an amazing match for a Taurus, because they will relate to a Taureans need for security and deep, serious relationships. A Cancer is also an empath who is compassionate, so they will appreciate and love a Taurus' sensitivity and need for emotionality.


(May 22nd to June 21st)

A Gemini is thoughtful, very charming, compelling and quite dreamy. They need a match who is as deep as they are someone who will cater to their love of knowledge and conversation. They like free thinkers, and people who respect them. An Aquarius will not be afraid of meeting them in their depths, while stimulating the dreamy conversation and an insightful lifestyle. Together, the Gemini and the Aquarius would thrive as a true meeting of the minds.


(June 22nd to July 22nd)

The sensitive Cancer is nurturing, affectionate and dependant. They need someone who will cater to their homebody lifestyle, and they seek a mate who will be family to them. They want to adore someone, but they need that in return as well. Any imbalance and a Cancer will feel threatened and misunderstood. A Taurus would be best for a Cancer, for they both love to indulge and nest, while still being highly intuitive and deep.


(July 23rd to August 22nd)

A Leo is idealistic, sometimes insecure and quite affectionate. They work best with someone who will love them during their good times and their bad times. They need someone who will appreciate their wins, and help them to navigate their losses. A Leo needs independence, but they also need security. A fun loving Sagittarius would be perfect for a Leo, because they would compliment the Lion's need for adventure, while meeting their need for stimulation both emotionally and physically.


(August 23rd to September 22nd)

A Virgo is very focused on perfection, and they are quite paranoid creatures. They need a partner who will give them the gentle, steady love that they crave and need in order to open up and flourish. A good match for Virgo will ease their worries, and they will appreciate and encourage how much a Virgo cares about them. A great partner for practical Virgo would be Taurus, who also shares a tendency to be introverted, while appreciating harmony and the exact kind of security a Virgo offers.


(September 23rd to October 22nd)

Libras are easy going, very loving, and a little lazy. They want a fairytale, and need a partner who will help cater to that fantasy. Because Aquarians are filled with passion, partnering with a Libra would be an amazing match. Their vigor for life and social situations will create the perfect lifestyle for a Libra that loves to entertain and dream as well.


(October 23rd to November 22nd)

A Scorpio is intense, stubborn and quite funny at the same time. They are confusing creatures. They need to find a partner that can handle their intense emotions and their mood swings, without getting sucked into their dark minds. Scorpios need someone who will love them through those periods of intensity, and who will know when to leave them alone and when to keep them close. A Capricorn would be an amazing match for a Scorpio, because they are patient enough to deal with Scorpios many different personalities.


(November 23rd to December 21st)

Sagittarius partners are very independent and very honest. They need someone in their life who will be able to come and go with them. The Sagittarius needs a partner that will know when to stay back, and who will know when their love needs a partner in crime. An Aries will always be up for wandering, and they are fiercely independent so they will never feel left out when Sagittarius needs to explore. An Aries Sagittarius relationship is also filled with optimism, which will allow for it to stand the test of time.


(December 22nd to January 20th)

Capricorns are reserved, cautious and responsible. They are best suited for a partner that will give them all of the tender love they want. However, they need to also let Capricorns responsibility flourish without reprimanding them for being too serious. A Cappy wants to be appreciated for who they are, they cannot help the fact that they are steady beings. A Taurus is a perfect match for a Capricorn, because both signs choose security over flightiness, and appreciate familiarity and comfort. A Scorpio will do just that, falling in love with how a Pisces meets their depths perfectly.


(January 21st to February 18th)

An Aquarius is a very unique creature, and they are also extremely intelligent. They are best suited for someone who will make them feel smart. They cannot be with people who make them feel bad for being a dreamer, and for loving so deeply. A Sagittarius is an amazing match for an Aquarius, because they both value big dreams, and they are both adventurous. A Sagittarius will think about the future just as much as an Aquarius, and they will live a life filled with fun and exploration.


(February 19th to March 20th)

A Pisces is dreamy, and empathetic. They are sensitive, indecisive, and in need of affection. A Pisces needs to find a partner that will nurture their unique approach to relationships. They will need to commit to someone who will be able to brighten them up when they get in their heads. A Pisces will always find a great partner in someone who will accept and appreciate their love, for it is so rare and needs to be protected. A Scorpio will do just that, falling in love with how a Pisces meets their depths perfectly. TC mark

25 Women Reveal The Most Extreme Thing They Ever Did To Force A Creepy Guy To Leave Them Alone

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 08:15 PM PDT

Flickr / Petras Gagilas
Flickr / Petras Gagilas
Found on AskReddit.

1. I vomited on him.

"I once told a guy at a party that his personality was so disgusting it made me want to vomit. He didn’t believe me and continued to hit on me. So I voluntarily vomited on him just to get my point across."

2. I ripped a big fart as loud as I could. He left when he smelled it!

"This guy at the coffee shop wouldn’t stop asking me for my number so I just ripped a big fart as loud as I could. He left when he smelled it!"

3. I peed all over my pants when he tried raping me.

"Okay this is heavy and I’ve never told anyone because it makes me feel ridiculous…Anyway. I was at a party in college, out at this girl’s house in the middle of nowhere and everyone was drinking. I had too much and needed fresh air and to grab my purse so I went out and sat behind my car. This guy came out and sat next to me. He was in my English class so I knew him but we never really talked. Long story short he hit on me, I rejected him, and he flipped shit and forced me into my back seat to try to rape me. I was parked far enough away and in the dark so no one saw and he had my mouth covered and all my drunk brain could think was that awful advice of ‘pee yourself and your attacker will be grossed out and leave.’ So I did. And he had his hand forced down my pants so it got all over his hand. He was pretty grossed out. Slapped me with the pee hand, called me a ‘sick b*tch,’ and left. I was too embarrassed to go back in covered in piss so I just left. I drove home drunk and ashamed and crying. Luckily I made it there safe. I took a shower and laughed at myself and cried. So yeah probably the farthest I’ve gone to get rid of a guy…."

4. I faked being deaf.

"Faked being deaf. Turns out disabilities make a ton of guys uncomfortable. Learned that tip from my deaf cousins."

5. I pretended to be a gay 14-year-old Korean boy.

"Some asshole who thought I was in love with him (I wasn’t) and that I was only dating my then-boyfriend for money (I wasn’t) leaked my Kik account on 4chan.

As one might expect, I was harassed for nudes by several guys so I did what any sane person would do; I changed my profile picture into a picture of a Korean musician and pretended to be a gay 14-year-old Korean boy. It actually worked."

6. I responded to his dick pics with photos of arrows pointing at crusty dog and cat assholes.

"He discovered I was a girl in World of Warcraft. He immediately tried to join my guild (denied!) and then asked me to marry him several times. He kept sending me random crap from his inventory (because copper ore just screams ‘take me now’) with the awkward love poems only a basement-dwelling troglodyte can come up with. Again, we’d never spoken. But he wanted to marry me. So like a wise and intelligent person, I gave him my phone number.

He texted me his dick. I responded with pictures of dog/cat assholes with arrows pointing right at the crusty poopholes. Those arrows were labeled with his name. This was the only communication I ever sent him. No words. Just assholes. He gave up after about three days."

7. I faked being admitted to a psych ward.

"Ooooh oooohh oooohh I got one, I got one! Had to fake being admitted to a psych ward. Also before this was fake drug overdose and fake anorexia which also led me to ‘being admitted,’ so no contact. He finally quit the death threats, though."

8. I went up and hugged the biggest guy at the trolley station.

I had a guy who wouldn’t leave me alone at a San Diego trolley station. It was late at night and I was 17 and alone. I walked up to the biggest, scariest looking guy there and pretended like he was my friend. I even gave him a huge hug. Luckily, he immediately understood what was happening and played along with it. After about two minutes of me talking to the big dude, the creepy stalker guy left. I thanked the big dude profusely and he was super cool about it. He said I wasn’t the first girl he’s had to play along with in order to scare off a creeper.

9. I go all axe-crazy, and it scares the shit out of them every time.

"To be honest, dudes like this are…kind of afraid of me. I don’t act nice at all, if a guy does anything, I mean anything creepy towards me I just flip out. I threw a rock at a dude’s car who catcalled me once and sprinted toward a kid who grabbed my ass in high school, ready to deck him in the face.

And they always, like clockwork, get scared. High school kid ran off, and the dude in the car just kind of whined and then drove off. Men like this aren’t expecting you to fight back, just to politely nod and put up with it. So when you go all axe-crazy, it scares the shit out of them."

10. I had my dad show up to his house in his State Trooper uniform.

"Once this boy cornered me at school and had his friends surround me so I couldn’t run away. He kept grabbing me and calling me his blow-up doll, stuff like that.

Anyway. I told my dad about it, and he showed up to the kid’s house in full uniform—he was a State Trooper—and had a ‘talk’ with the kid and his dad about it.

The next day, the kid apologized to me repeatedly and told me he’d only done it because I’m so very beautiful. He promised to never ever, ever talk to me again—and he kept his word. All those years we lived in the same tiny town and he avoided me like the plague."

11. I told him I work in septic tank repair and thus always smell like shit.

"I usually lie about my line of work. Like if they boast about illegal shit I casually mention I’m a lawyer; or if they look like the kinda motorhead who drinks douche for breakfast, then…

bro: ‘Hey sweetie, (ugh and it’s always sweetie) what kinda work you do? Let me pick you up from work sometime.’

me: ‘That’s great. I actually work in septic tank repair because they need small bodies to get through the pipes. Your car might smell like shit though, hope you don’t mind?’

bro: ‘..’"

12. I started barking and snarling at him like a mad dog.

"I live in the edge of a bad neighborhood and one night as I was walking my dogs I see this guy start to walk up on me—fast. At first I thought maybe he was a jogger, but he was in regular clothes. So as he gets up right behind me I turn to confront him and start barking and snarling like a mad dog at him until he was scared enough to cross to the other side of the street.

My theory: Out-crazy the crazies. Works every time."

13. I grabbed the back of his greasy hair and smashed his face into a car.

"Smash his face into a car next to us. For your brief backstory, he popped out of nowhere at 3AM at Walmart as I was trying to get back into my car. He tried to touch me and God knows what else. I was very very lucky I was able to push him into the other car and he turned. Grabbed the back of his greasy hair and slammed once good before I got in my car and bolted."

14. I pretended that I was a new person who acquired my old phone number.

"After me and my ex broke up he stalked me for two years. He would text me every so often and I would be polite and ask him how he was, then he would start to insult me when I didn’t want to hang out with him. (He cheated on me with another girl.) After getting sick of his random text messages I pretended that it wasn’t my number. When he messaged me I said, ‘Who is this?’ and he was like, ‘You know who it is.’ I replied with, ‘I just got this number and guys are constantly texting it for this chick named—’ my ex apologized and I never heard from him again."

15. I had to take country roads to avoid him accidentally ‘bumping’ into me.

"We lived a town away from each other in a very rural area, so if I heard he was coming into (my) town from friends, I would call my friend who was old enough to drive and have her pick me up. Driving country roads was the only way he wouldn’t ‘bump’ into me. He would also stop by my house and when my parents told him that I wasn’t there, he would camp out in his car waiting for me to come home. I learned quickly that it usually took a couple of hours before he would give up and leave town. This happened a few times a week for a couple of months."

16. I got involved in a death race with a trucker who was stalking me.

"Semi-recently, I was at a 24-hour restaurant by myself around 9 or 10 PM. It was the kind of place that had counters with barstools and free Wi-Fi, with a mix of locals and travelers. At one point I felt…watched…and I looked up to see a man staring and smiling at me. I thought maybe I had met him somewhere, so I gave a quick polite smile and re-submerged myself in Reddit and my cheap meal. An hour and a half later, my phone battery died and I paid up and left.

Well, he was there, in the parking lot, waiting for me, smiling and waving from his truck and motioning for me to come over. I was shocked and froze mid-step for a couple seconds, but then nervously shook my head no and turned away to unlock my car door. I heard the truck engine start saw the bright beams of headlights flash on behind me as I quickly hopped in my car—no fiddling with music playlists or air conditioning—and sped out of there. I thought I’d made it clear I wasn’t interested, but when I saw a truck speeding along just behind me, I switched lanes just in case (even then thinking I must be paranoid, there were plenty of truckers on the road that night, it probably wasn’t him). The truck also switched lanes, all the while getting closer. I frantically swerved back to the other lane. So did the truck. By this time he was right behind me, flashing his brights while smiling and jovially waving for me to pull over. He chased me all over the road through town until I turned at full speed without signaling or braking and skidded sideways down a side road, darted into a random driveway, turned off the car, and hid crying and shaking for half an hour until I was sure he was gone."

17. I bolted from him in the rain wearing flip-flops.

"I went on a date to the beach with this guy and he invited me to his house. We ate some food and afterwards he kissed me. It made me a little uncomfortable so I told him I had to go and that I had plans. He tried to convince me to stay, and then said that I couldn’t leave until I said I would be his girlfriend. Red flags are going off and so I tried to keep the mood very light and started to gather my things while saying things like, ‘Oh, you really like me hey? That’s sweet…’ I went to leave and suddenly he’s in front of me, grabbing my wrists and asking me to be his girlfriend. Yeah, OK bud, whatever you say. I’m your girlfriend now. Unfortunately, he drove, so I told him my parents lived nearby (not true) and I would just walk there. I really didn’t want him to know where I lived at this point. He follows me out into the street, offering me a ride, trying to hold my hand and walk me home. So I just bolt. I broke a flip-flop that day. I think he followed me for a while but I got far enough ahead of him. It was about two-hour walk home so I think eventually he just gave up. It started raining on the way. I remember being in my bathing suit and a dress, holding my shoes, running in the rain and laughing about how much I’d rather be there on the side of the road than in that guy’s house for one more minute.

We’ve been dating ever since!

(JK, I broke up with him over text message when I got home. Apparently, it’s not so easy to force someone to be your girlfriend.)"

18. I had to invent multiple lies just to keep him off my trail.

"This one guy didn’t get the hint. Other ladies will understand that when someone’s seriously creeping on you, you have to be polite and courteous because you don’t know how fucked up this guy is—if he isn’t respecting your boundaries, who knows what he will respect?

So I had a guy follow me off of my train and to my apartment. I couldn’t just walk or run away because I had a bike with a flat tire, and it was 45~40C (115~120F). I’m just not athletic enough to deal with that. So I politely entertained conversation, hoping that at one point he’d take a turn that I didn't have to.

He asked me how old I was, and when I lied he questioned me, TOUCHED MY FACE and said, ‘Y'know, you look at lot younger than 22, ya don't got any lines.’ Then he asked if I went to the gym and again, I lied. Then he touched my stomach and complimented how flat I was, saying I probably didn't even need to go to the gym.

Keep going, get to my apartment complex and I get my bike into the gate, then myself and he steps in between the gate and it’s latch—I can’t close it. He starts asking for a way to contact me, and he goes through the list.

Phone number? I’m too poor for a phone.

Facebook? I don't own a PC either!

What about an email? Never have time to check!

Which apartment are you in? Oh, I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know? Oh, I just kinda go to the door, I never really checked the number, haha my boyfriend deals with the mail haha.

He turns for a moment and I push him, shove the gate closed and even though my apartment was to the left, I went right and stayed right for a while. I circled around my complex, waited a bit, made sure he was gone and then half an hour later—went home.

I wish I could say this was the first time this kind of shit happened."

19. I ask them how their mother would feel if she heard them talking that way.

"I’m a big fan of saying, ‘how would your mother feel if she heard you talking/acting like that?”‘ It usually shuts them up because they realize their mother wouldn’t be proud."

20. I told him I’d never be able to have children.

"This is so ridiculous, but I told him a doctor had said I would never be able to have children. It worked and he finally left me alone. Things were a bit awkward when I ran into him years later with my two kids."

21. We got a Mormon guy to pretend he was our husband.

"In high school while on a choir trip to the beach there were about ten of us sunbathing in our suits. We happened to be perched up near the top of a small hill of sand, and we noticed a total middle-aged creeper who kept walking back and forth slightly below us along the hill, glancing often at us in a way that there really was no question what he was thinking about. Not just sneaking peeks but lingering, creepy watching. He pretended to be collecting shells in the sand, but it was clearly a ruse. Luckily one of our male friends was hanging out with us (lucky guy) who happens to be Mormon with a great sense of humor. We pointed this guy out to him and he says, ‘Girls, I’ll take care of him!’ He walks over to the guy and says, ‘Excuse me, but I’m Mormon and these are all my wives and you are making them uncomfortable! Please leave us alone!’ Dude’s eyes widen and he promptly disappears. Didn’t even question the idea that polygamist Mormon wives would be sunbathing in bikinis on a public beach. Other times, I have talked to guys I don’t want attention from in Russian. I am by no means anywhere near fluent, but just a couple garbled sentences and they give that deer-in-the-headlight look and move on."

22. I pretended I have a weird, autistic aversion to being touched.

"Pretty much my whole family thinks I have some weird, autistic aversion to being touched. Basically I have a male family member who is ‘accidentally’ handsy a lot, and when I’d object to the way he touched me, he’d start in on the whole, ‘Gee, what’s wrong with you? You must be crazy to be upset by this.’ So eventually I just played into that. Yep, I’m crazy. Totally crazy enough to make a huge scene the next time your hand brushes my butt. Crazy enough to call down all this attention on you. So yeah, my family thinks I’m a weirdo who can’t handle human contact, but I don’t get ‘accidentally’ groped by that relative anymore."

23. I pretended I was his girlfriend so he could ‘break up’ with me and leave me alone.

"Ugh…this is so bad. But this guy I went on a date with twice when I was about 21 was so into me, but I told him I wasn’t ready for a relationship and wasn’t interested. He kept bugging me, and finally he was being sarcastic and said he could call me his girlfriend, so basically he told everyone I was his girlfriend and then drove by my house repeatedly to see if I was home. I would hide out, etc. …I finally let him ‘break up’ with me because I wasn’t being attentive enough. It actually worked and he finally left me alone. It was allowing him some control and then getting ‘rid’ of me that did it. He would have it the other way. He wasn’t violent, just really socially awkward and a bit unsure of himself. It’s almost like he needed some control of something, and if it made him feel better to say he had me as a girlfriend, then so be it."

24. I told him I’m a lesbian, and no, he can’t watch.

"Usually when you reject a guy their self-esteem either drops greatly or the true nature of them comes out. They feel as if they need to call you a whore or a slut or a bitch. Well sorry not sorry :)

I worked at a retail store for about three years. One of the new guys kept smiling and talking to me. About shit that I don’t care about. But I was nice since you can’t be mean to co-workers. He somehow got my number. And then decided to follow my work schedule. I had enough of it one day and wore a tube top to shop after my shift. It showed all my tattoos. He asked me who the name was on my left breast. ‘My girlfriend of eight years.’ After that he played cool and then he was asking about my sex life. I simply told him that it must be sad sitting at home alone. Needless to say he transferred stores a week later (super-creepy religious guy).

I always get hit on and I’m not even pretty. It’s so creepy. I have to tell them the sad truth.

I’m a lesbian. And no, you can’t watch."

25. I got my martial-arts expert dad to pay him a visit.

"I finally had to sic my dad on someone. Ordinarily I never would because the man has multiple black belts in martial arts, competitively did martial arts and was crazy. I’d much rather go to the police than dad but it didn’t work.

Started out as a friend of my boyfriend being introduced to me. He wasn’t really my friend but was always around. He was never anything but polite but would constantly reference how lucky my boyfriend was.

Fast-forward to our breakup. Suddenly this guy was everywhere I went. Due to the breakup we weren’t even in the same circle. The grocery store, the park, everywhere. Small town so I didn’t really consider him stalkerish, especially as he was always so polite. He asked me out once, I said no and he remained polite.

Continued to follow me around. Made friends with all my friends. Showed up anywhere he heard I’d be. He was older (I was 18, he was 24) so everyone always had him buy alcohol. No one complained about him. He was polite, really only spoke to me.

It started to make me uncomfortable but I didn’t feel afraid. I was pretty sure I could kick his ass if it ever came to it (I’m my father’s daughter). So one night my two friends were complaining they’d bought four tickets to a concert and the other couple backed out. I said I’d go and my stalker said he’d go. Oops. Oh well, I didn’t want to be rude.

Night of the concert he never showed. It was a relief, honestly. We had fun and I didn’t really think about it much. A couple days later I get a collect call from my county jail. It was this guy apologizing over and over for standing me up ‘for our first date.’ He got arrested for possession. I assured him I wasn’t upset and that it wasn’t a date anyway.

I got a couple more collect calls but I just declined them. That’s when the letters started. Two or three A DAY! Some were begging forgiveness. Some were explicit sexual fantasies. Some were him writing like we were a couple, talking about our future kids and stuff. I took one more call to tell him to stop. They kept coming. In his head I was mad about him being in jail keeping us apart. That’s why I didn’t write back or take his calls.

He wrote to all my friends telling them we were in love and asking them to get me to talk to him. When they told him to stop, he decided they were against him and trying to keep us apart. They were lying about him and confusing me.

I called the jail and told them so they restricted my number and didn’t post letters to me from him. It was quiet for about a week. Then letters in his handwriting started to appear in my car and mailbox (but not posted). The letters were telling me he got locked up in psych for trying to kill himself and how I was an evil bitch for doing this to him. Then the next would be begging forgiveness. Then more sex fantasy stuff but now it all featured him ‘punishing’ me and teaching me how to be a good girl.

I called the police. They caught someone putting the letters in my car. He’d hired some ex-con to deliver them. He’d mail to him and that guy would deliver them. The guy had photos of me he was mailing back to my stalker. That guy didn’t get charged but they revoked his parole or something.

It was quiet for another week, then it all started again. Finally I called my dad and told him the whole story and showed him a few of the letters. He turned a shade of purple and drove straight to the jail.

I have no idea what he said or did but I only got one more letter. It was a terrified apology begging me not to have him killed and he’d never contact me again.

He never did. He never contacted any of my friends." TC mark

If You Don’t Love All Of Her, Let Her Go

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 08:00 PM PDT


If you don't love her completely, let her go. If you're happier when she isn't around, let her go. If you're more interested in talking to other girls, let her go.

If you think you're doing her a favor by staying so you don't break her heart, you're wrong and an idiot.

Don't think you're doing her a favor by staying with her because I can promise you that's not a favor. You're not easing her pain by trying to act happy in a relationship you're so desperately trying to get out of. You're not helping her by loving her out of guilt or obligation. You're being selfish and she deserves better than that. I don't care who she is if she's being loyal and loves you with her whole heart, she deserves better than that.

If you don't love the way she looks when she rolls out of bed in the morning, let her go. If you don't love the way she is when she's cranky and tired, let her go. If you don't love her when she's excited over the news she received over lunch, let her go. If you don't love the way she flirts with you and tries to make you happy, let her go. Because she is every piece of that, every cranky, happy and sad moment, she is all over that. She is every imperfect and flawed part of her.

You can't chose the pieces of her you love because she is all those tiny pieces made into one and if you don't love her for those flawed piece, you have to let her go.

Making her hold on when you have every intention of letting go isn't fair. It isn't fair to her for you to keep stringing her along. You're not saving her from a heartbreak, you're not making her feel better by staying with her out of pity, you're being selfish. All you're really doing is stopping her for finding someone who really and truly loves every part of her.

Someone will love the way she cries at sad movies. Someone will love her when she's had a tough day. Someone will love her when she's overly excited and can't control her happiness. Someone will love how she laughs like a fool when she's in a good mood. Someone will love the way she sleeps and look at her like she’s his whole world.

No one is perfect, everyone has bad days and bad attitudes, but you have to love them through their rough parts. Everything isn't going to be sunshine and rainbows, relationships are hard and they require constant work and love. If you can't picture a future with her through the hard parts, let her go.

If you don't love every part of her don't stay with her out of guilt because you don't want to break her heart.

The only thing that is truly worse than being alone is being with someone who makes you feel alone, and that's what you're doing to her.

You're making her feel alone by not giving her love.

I'm not saying she's perfect and I know there are things that drive everyone crazy about the people they care about, but you can't dissect those parts of her. You can’t pick and pull at the pieces of her you don’t love. You can't change her into the perfect person and you shouldn't try. If you don't love every part of her, you need to let her go.

If she isn't your absolute best friend through the good and bad times, let her go. If you don't want to run to her with good news, let her go. If you don't want to take care of her when she's sick, let her go. Let her go unless you want to love her, all over her, through the good, but especially through the bad.

Don’t stay with her because you’re scared to break her heart while you’re already out looking for someone new. You’re a shitty person and she deserves better. She deserves someone who will love every piece of her and that person is out there. Let her go so she can find the person whose heart throbs every time he sees her and is certain he wants to spend forever with her. TC mark

Here’s What Would Happen To You In A Horror Movie Based On Your Myers-Briggs Personality Type

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 07:15 PM PDT

 Tony Ciampa
Tony Ciampa


The ESTP is cunning and swift enough to survive a horror movie, but they're also impulsive to a fault. They're the first to go investigate the strange sound coming from the basement, and are therefore the first one to die.


In their usual fashion of refusing to process anything remotely negative, the ENFP would fail to acknowledge the impending danger in a horror movie and get ruthlessly murdered while singing show tunes in the shower. It will be the reminder the other characters need to get their asses in gear about the killer on the loose.


The INTJ isn't the actual killer but they're the person everyone suspects to be the killer from the get-go. They're murdered in an anxious fit by the ESFP, who spends the rest of the movie crying into the INFJ's arms over their misguided crime of passion.


The ENFJ assumes a natural leadership role in every horror movie, due to their inhuman ability to calm others down during a crisis. They are unlikely to die, but their love interest definitely will. The leader's love interest is never, ever safe.


The INTP is the troubled child in every horror movie whose parents are worried about him because he spends all of his time in his room tinkering with robots. In reality, the INTP always breaks out a secret device that saves the day when everyone else is least expecting it. Way to go INTP baby genius.


The ESFP accidentally murders an innocent party early on in the horror movie and later sacrifices themselves out of guilt. You were only doing what you thought was right at the time, ESFP.


The INFP knows that the killer isn't really a bad person, they're just misunderstood and in need of human connection. Problematically, the killer actually is a bad person and the INFP gets murdered by them almost immediately.


The ESFJ dies protecting their INTP son when everyone else thinks he's the killer. Everyone knows that all movie moms are ESFJs.


The ESTJ doesn't die immediately in a horror movie but their ego does get the best of them eventually. After scraping through a few near-death scenarios they start getting cocky – and die showing off their lack of caution.


The ENTJ is always the twisted authority figure in the horror movie. They aren't the actual killer but they're nonetheless shot in the name of justice by a vigilante ISTJ who’s had enough.


An ENTP seems like everyone's best chance at survival for at least the first 45 minutes of the movie, until they get overly confident and die in a scheme of their own making. You tried, ENTP, you tried.


The ISFP survives the horror movie ironically. Despite their timid nature, their relationship with the no-nonsense ISTJ turns out to be beneficial. And of course they have a moment of blazing courage near the end of the film, because we all want to root for the underdog.


The INFJ fares surprisingly well in a horror movie, until the story needs a martyr. And then the INFJ is volunteering themselves to die faster than Katniss Everdeen at a Hunger Games reaping.


If anyone can survive a horror movie it's the ISTP. They're secretive, cunning, reactive and agile. Too bad they often turn out to be the killer's accomplice. If only they'd use their powers for good.


The ISTJ always survives the horror movie. They're cautious to a fault, they trust no one and they aren't afraid to do what needs to be done in the name of self-preservation. They're the one holding the traumatized group together years after the horror has passed.


The ISFJ is the killer in every horror movie, because it's always the well-meaning character you'd never suspect. They usually developed an alter-ego to deal with their spouse's cheating or something to that effect. Never trust the ISFJ in a horror movie.* You've been warned. TC mark

*You can continue to trust ISFJs in real life.

11 Signs That He’s Not ‘The One’ For You (Even If He’s A Good Guy)

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 07:00 PM PDT

Look Catalog
Look Catalog

1. You can’t relax around him

You constantly feel on edge, like you are part of some kind of performance and you have to live up to your role. You don’t feel natural just *being* with him, and you feel like you’re constantly trying to impress him.

A practical test of this: can you hang out in silence with him? Can you work on homework or read a book with him in the same room, or is the silence nerve-wracking?

2. You always want to do different things

This isn’t always a deal-breaker, sometimes couples who have very different interests end up working out — but it should be a red flag if you never seem interested in doing the same things.

3. You don’t have the same expectations regarding sex

This is a big one for me. Whenever I am talking to someone, and somehow I get a booty call after only texting for like a week, I back off a little bit. Because that doesn’t meet up with my sexual expectations. I like to be wined and dined, or just be hanging out, and if something happens, it happens. I don’t like being summoned to the bed for sex whenever my dude is feeling a little horny — at least that early in the relationship.

Some people might have the opposite expectations. That is 100000% fine! But if you aren’t in-sync with your partner, you really need to get in-sync.

4. Communication is frustrating, and feels unnatural

Conversation with someone you’re meant to be with should feel natural and seamless. It should be funny, and well, fun! If you feel like you and your man have a ton of awkward silences where you’re combing your brain for ideas of things to talk about — especially after the first couple of dates, which can always be awkward — then maybe something is off in your dynamic.

5. You like the idea of dating someone more than the idea of hanging out with him

If the idea of “having a boyfriend” is what is keeping you excited through everything, and not the idea of *HIM* in particular, that is an easy sign that things aren’t going to work out long-term. That’s not to say there is anything wrong with wanting a fling with anyone, but that’s not typically the foundation of a long-lasting relationship.

6. He doesn’t make you feel comfortable being fully yourself

This doesn’t mean he does anything *wrong* to you, it just means that you don’t feel like you can be yourself around him. And it’s a problem, no matter what the reason is.

7. You feel pressured to put your relationship with him in a box

Basically, this is when you don’t bring the man into your everyday life. You hang out with him at a pre-decided time, then you go home and watch TV and forget about him until the next time you text or hang out. You get annoyed when he tries to change plans, or do something spontaneous, because he is bleeding into your other “life boxes.” This is an indication that something isn’t clicking quite right.

8. You feel a lot of anxiety when thinking about him

Anxiety in general is just an indicator that your mind isn’t comfortable with something. Some of us experience more anxiety than others, but if you are feeling above-average amounts of anxiety about your guy (more than just first date jitters) then you should think about why you aren’t comfortable with him, and whether you actually have serious potential or not.

9. He doesn’t seem excited to introduce you to his friends

This is just a big red flag. Why doesn’t he want you to meet his friends?

10. And you don’t feel excited to introduce him to yours

Why don’t you want him to meet your friends? Do you know they will disapprove for (probably right) reason? Do you want to keep him separate from your life (back to the boxes thing)? Just worth thinking about if it is the case.

11. Thinking about a future together doesn’t excite you — like, at all.

If you’ve been dating for a while and you can’t see yourself together in a few years, then that’s pretty much the ironclad indication that you aren’t meant to be.

But hey, what do I know? At the end of the day, follow your heart. TC mark

It’s Pathetic How Much I Just Want To Hear From You

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 06:00 PM PDT

Jérôme Licht
Jérôme Licht

I can repeat over and over again how much I don't care about you. I can lie and tell my friends that I haven't thought about you and that I'm doing just fine without you. I can make empty promises that I don't miss you. I can convince myself every time my phone lights up that I’m not hoping your name will be showing up across my screen.

I wonder to myself what would happen if you messaged me. I slightly hope I'll hear from you with an apology, an explanation, something to give me a little peace of mind. But I don't know if I'll get that, ever.

I tell myself if you do message me I'll wait it out. Make you sweat, but at the same time I don't know if you will sweat. I don't know if you'll be worried at all because if you ask me, right now you're doing a damn good job of keeping the silence growing. I tell myself I won't answer you because maybe then you'll see how it feels.

But in all honestly, I think I'd only pretend to be stubborn and act annoyed to hear from you. I'd act like I can't believe you even bothered texting me after all this time, but secretly I'd be glowing on the inside. I'd almost feel relieved, like maybe you do actually care about me and maybe you do actually miss me too.

And I'd hate myself for admitting that.

I'd hate so much that I've let you have so much power over me.

I'd hate that just because you finally sent me a message, one you wouldn’t even have to show up at my door and deliver, but a fucking message that only takes a few seconds to write would make me happy.

I should be angry. I shouldn't let a message do justice after days of not talking to me, just letting me go without an explanation. I should be annoyed to hear from you and your message shouldn't mean a thing, but it would. It's pathetic how much I wish I would hear from you.

I sit here all day trying to push thoughts of you out of my mind while you probably don't even think twice about me. I wonder over and over where I went wrong while you probably just found someone better. It's pathetic that if you messaged me, I'd try to play it coy and be short, but in all honestly my chest would be pounding waiting for your next response.

You go against everything I believe in, but what can I say?

There's something about you that does something to me. It makes it so hard to let you go and walk away.

I'll tell myself I won't chase after you because I won't. I won't blow up your phone; I won't send you question marks when you don't answer. I won't make an effort to let you know I miss you, but I will miss you, I'll miss you from a distance. I'll let the pain burn inside of me until the fire dies out and you're only a memory of what could have been.

It's pathetic how much I want to hear from you, but I won't let you know how pathetic I really feel. So I'll keep my phone by my side and hope to God I'll see your name, but if not it was nice to know you. TC mark

The Universe Left Me No Choice, I Had To Say Goodbye

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 05:16 PM PDT


I had no choice. The universe had bigger plans for you.

I never wanted to have to miss you.

On mornings when the sun slowly seeps through my shutters and crawls warmly over the blankets that envelop me, the gentle summer breeze holds the sorrow at bay. A small smile spreads across my face at the thought of you deeply inhaling the bold scent of your morning coffee, staring at the roses you have pruned to perfection. I can feel a breath of your touch extending down my arms.

All I want is for the winds to keep me safe, to keep me numb from the pain that wracks my body from the realization that we've lost you in this lifetime.

I never wanted to have to need you.

On afternoons when the flowers open themselves to the skies and the neighborhood children mill around, the birds' joyful songs flow to my ears and drown out the moans of grief that threaten to spill from my throat. A chuckle rises instead, flashing back to the life lessons you exaggeratedly extended to your grandchildren. I can see a glint of pride in your eyes and a shadow of a smirk on your cheek. You already knew that we were all in good hands. You just had to be sure.

I never wanted to have to live without you.

On nights when the clouds scatter and the constellations burst through the darkened horizon, the hopefulness and perseverance behind a lonely cricket's chirp chisels away at the guilt that weighs on my chest, like a focused sculptor. Tears stream steadily over the curves of my lips, drifting along and collecting the rubble, grain by grain. I can hear a whisper of your voice in the unforgiving silence with the breath of a forehead's goodnight kiss. All I can do is whisper Sweet Dreams into the void.

I had no choice. The universe had bigger plans for you. TC mark

This Is How I Want You To Remember Me

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 05:15 PM PDT


I want you to remember the good parts.
The parts that felt like they would never end.
Those were the parts I’ve always held onto.
And I hope you hold onto them too.

I hope you remember the first time we kissed. My legs were shaking, and my lips were trembling. But I remember not being scared after pressing my lips to yours. I remember feeling safe. Feeling home.

I hope you remember the time we told one another we loved each other. I whispered it into the phone, with tears rolling down my tired eyes. And then I heard a crash on your end of the line. You had fallen off of your chair in surprise. But then, you got right up and told it to me too.

And then I was happy crying because I felt safe again. I felt home.

I hope you remember the day we saw each other again after our first three months spent apart. You sprinted down the airport to grab onto me as fast as you could. Tears sprung from your eyes when I smiled up at you. And I pressed my lips into yours once again. I hugged you while you spun me around the air, laughing hysterically.

People were staring. People clapped. I guess they could see that I felt safe. And that I was finally home.

I hope you remember the nights you snuck into my room to have a sleepover. And I hope you still remember our talks at midnight about our future together. I hope you remember what we named our future kids, and the way I always looked at you. Please remember all the glances we shared just for us to have. All the smiles we gave to one another. All the love.

I hope you remember the way my body always seemed to fit right next to yours. How my little hands were your fingers favorite companion. I hope you remember the times I took your breath away. And the way your heart beat faster when I touched your face. I hope you never forget the feeling of me inside your heart. And how I always knew, you’d be in mine forever.

Most of all, I hope you remember the way I made you feel.

It’s ok to forget all that I said. And to forget all that I told you. It’s ok to forget the moments and the days we spent together, holding hands and kissing one another under the stars. But, for me, please hold onto the feeling of the adrenaline rush right before that first kiss. Please remember the magic of us. And remember the miracle that we were. Please don’t have us erased. Just hold onto that feeling. Because although we are gone now, that love still remains.

Maybe you were right when you said forever. TC mark

To The Girls Who Feel Like Their Depression Is Winning

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 05:00 PM PDT

Brooke Raymond
Brooke Raymond

Everyone’s going to be telling you it will get better and I know right now all it does is frustrate you, outrage you at how they can assume they know what it’s like. But, baby girl, believe me it will improve if you just stick it out.

Remember that on those godforsaken nights where you’re lying curled up on your bedroom floor tearing your hair out with tears streaming down you face. When all you want to do is scream and scream until the pain ends. Remember there are people who love you, who will miss you if you left without a trace. You’ve fought so so so hard that to give up now would mean it was all for nothing.

Don’t be afraid to seek help. You’ve been there all time for everyone around you, regardless of how much pain you yourself may be in, it’s your turn now. Your turn to seek help and run crying to them.

It doesn’t make you weak.

Quite the opposite, in fact, it makes you strong enough to admit that you aren’t invincible, that you too need help at times. That you aren’t perfect, even if you are pretty close honey.

It’s the only way any of this is going to end.

Sometimes our greatest moments of courage are quiet moments of admission. Admission that we are in need of help, admission that life can get to be too much and admission that we are strong enough to seek help. Those around you will be more than happy to lift you up, to pick up the pieces but at the end of the day you need to be strong enough to ask them to.

I know currently you hate yourself more than words can tell you right now, but God honey you are incredible. You can’t see it now but you’re intelligent and capable and talented and strong and independent and beautiful, oh so beautiful. Even today it’s not totally clear to me but know that someday it will be. Let your loved ones show you but know that at the end of the day you’re the only one who can pull yourself through this. Those stories about boys with broken smiles who single handedly drag damsels out of their distress are just that, stories.

You need to be your own Prince Charming, you own knight in shining armour, your own superman.

But God, baby girl, you are so much stronger, capable of so much more than any of them ever could be.

Put down the pills, darling, life is too short as it is, why on earth would you want it to be any shorter? You’re going places, sweetie, this is just a bump in the road, another obstacle before you get there. You’ll be so much stronger for it someday but for now just stick it out, seek help and know that it does get better. TC mark

The 5 Stages Of Grief You Experience When You Lose Someone You Truly Love

Posted: 17 Jul 2016 04:15 PM PDT

Paolo Raeli
Paolo Raeli

Online an hour ago.

"I miss you already. I can't stop crying at work and I keep hoping you'll come back."

Online 3 hours ago.

"I love you…"

Online 6 hours ago.

"Please come back."

Stage 1: Denial

"Good morning," he says softly from the other end of the phone that's wedged between your face and the pillow. "You were snoring. Little baby dinosaur snores. It was so cute."

The room is painted with soft morning light as you open your eyes. You pick up the phone, but the screen is dark. No one is on the other side.

There, at the edge of your bed, is the hoody he sent you a year ago. Although the smell has faded, you swear you can feel the warmth of his skin on the sleeve when you press it against your cheek.

You keep your phone on loud in case he calls.

Stage 2: Anger

This weekend, he is seven months clean.

You wear sunglasses inside to hide your tear-stained eyes. You grab an orange juice from behind the glass (his favorite) and order two bagels and two small coffees (iced for you, regular for him).

You find a table against the wall and brush off the scattered crumbs before sitting down. You lay out the bagel and hot coffee on the other side of the table before placing your own bagel and coffee in front of you. You set the orange juice down in the middle.

There, in a black journal, you begin to write. You tell him how proud you are that he made it so long. You tell him you saw a pug on your walk over. You tell him you're going to drink all of his orange juice. You tell him he should be here. You tell him you're sorry.

Stage 3: Bargaining

You walk to Central Park with your journal tucked under your arm. You tell yourself you're going to write another letter, but you don't.

You find a bench that overlooks two separate entrances to the park and this is where you sit for what feels like hours. You watch for any and every kind of dog and make a mental note to tell him about them later.

You begin to sort through every conversation you two ever had. The ones you barely remember, the ones you'll never forget. You wish you could make them all stick because you know how cruel time can be to memories — but you can't pick up your pen to write them down. You can't move anything.

All you can do is pray.

Stage 4: Depression

This is when you start to break. When it's late, and the darkness of your bedroom presses against you — this is when you realize how alone you are.

You panic. You scramble out of bed and blindly search your desk. There, among the rest of the half-empty bottles you refuse to throw away, is the cologne he sent you for your birthday.

You spray it on his hoody and press it against your face. You can breathe easier now, you think.

You go to your closet and pull out the box of letters you've been avoiding for weeks. You grab the book from the top shelf (one of his favorites) that he sent you to read.

On the inside cover — "I'm not very good at picking favorites, but I know that above all, I'll always pick you. I love you babygirl. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. Always, James"

Stage 5: Acceptance

This — this is the final stage. You recognize this feeling from 12 years ago when it consumed you for the very first time.

It starts with a slow burn. The warmth on your hand as it hovers over a flame, the heat on your neck when you turn your back to a fire. You think you're a safe distance away — until you're not.

It weighs against your chest until you have no air left to breathe. You curl into yourself, praying for the pain to give, but as you close your eyes and clench your teeth, it brands you with the color of grief.

Then it disperses throughout your body and you know you'll contain this heartache within you forever. You cannot outrun this, you cannot drown this out anymore.

You teach yourself how to stand up straight while carrying this weight on your shoulders. You learn how to sleep with this emptiness inside of you constantly echoing. You pat yourself on the back for getting out of bed.

Every night you fall apart and every morning you piece yourself back together again. But every day you carry him with you no matter where you go — and this is how you move on. TC mark