I am not your revenge fuck, your trophy girl, your cash cow, you ego boost, your drunk text, your second best.


That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal 
their most precious possession.
 Jim Morrison


Wake up alone.
Never wake up to someone who doesn’t know who you are. Who doesn’t remember your last name or your birthday. Who can’t recall the last genuine conversation you both had — because they didn’t actually give a damn. Don’t wake up to someone who doesn’t kiss you and passionately. And trust me, if it’s real a kiss on the forehead can have you bothered for days. Don’t wake up to someone who doesn’t inquire about what’s going on up there — in your head, in your eyes — where you’re really alone. Don’t wake up to someone who can’t lie next to you without lusting for you. Who can’t appreciate the beauty of solitude. If they can’t love the sound of you breathing, how can they anything else? — it’s where it all begins. 
Don’t wake up to someone who doesn’t smile when they see you open your eyes. They don’t belong there. Don’t wake up to someone who doesn’t hold you just to appreciate your physical manifestation for a little while longer. Don’t wake up to someone who cannot read you. Who cannot play with your fingers or tell you the truth. Who can’t bring you coffee or a good read. Who can’t put their phone, their distractions down for you. 
Until you are loved, cherished.
Wake up alone.
 EA 



 I am not in a good place.
My mind is scattered and i reckon if i sit down for long ENOUGH my thoughts will catch up with me and i'll have 
to deal with them.
I don't want to deal with anything right now...


One of the best pieces of dating advice I got this year was: “You have to let your partner love you the way they love you, not the way you want to be loved.
(things to bring into future relationships)

I never look for things to grab me. They just do, and once they do, the obsessions usually continue until I’m so sick of them—or of myself for enacting them—that suddenly, and with a sense of great relief, I’m repulsed.

GOALS FOR 2015
Less being sorry
Less moaning about things
Less comparing yourself to others
More tattoos
More learning to cook
More accepting of myself
Less accepting of bullshit
Less surviving
More living