In soundless dreams // Part 5
Have people preaching for their partners to be their saviors ever actually had to be that person? When your partner implies that you’re the only person who can fix them, that’s so much pressure forced on you.
My ex-boyfriend would tell me all his insecurities and his darkest stories and emotions, while he had a therapist, who he told nothing to. Eventually, I had to end it because I couldn’t bear the stress of feeling like his keeper and his only hope. I’m a good listener, and I want to give advice and help, but I’ve got my shit too, and it’s not my job to save someone else.
Also, therapists don’t become therapists for the hell of it. Who would go through years of schooling and still want to listen to horrible stories of trauma and pain and watch the people they help struggle or hurt themselves or kill themselves if they didn’t genuinely care? They have difficulty coping with the emotions that those experiences bring with them, and they are trained professionals.
Why should I be expected to be capable of doing the same?
y’all need therapy. not girlfriends
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.
Walt Whitman (via quotemadness)
Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Hans Christian Andersen (via quotemadness)
“You don’t meet the people you love, you recognize them.”
— Anna Gavalda, “Life, Only Better” - translated by Tina Kover
“June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via berthemorisot)
I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.
by Echo Wang