I'm pretty heartbroken at the moment. The guy I was dating just told me he didnt love me and wants to keep things "casual" after he takes a two week "break" from me. I feel so rejected and heartbroken. I need some strength or advice. :(
there is a man out there with a big gigantic heart soley made to love you. he’s out there wandering around, passing time by clocking in and out at some job, eating at diners alone, watching the evening news from the right side of an otherwise empty bed. he’s out there just waiting to find you.
and this guy, the one that told you he doesn’t love you, is just lengthening the time it’s gonna take for you to stumble upon the one that does.
Hello pretty. I need some life advice..I stopped talking to my family last year. My step dad who raised me is very ill with leukemia. There was no particular fight or anything that made me stop talking to them, I just did. I have a lot of issues with my step dad and his alcoholism when I was growing up as he used to beat on my mom. And no one ever talks about it. I feel guilty with him being sick because I used to wish something like this would happen to him. How do I start talking to them again
babes. just pick up the phone and say hello. that’s all you need to do.
they’re your family. they will answer.
as for your father’s alcoholism and illness:
you are not responsible in any way for these things.
families have a way of pushing things under the rug. every family does it. mine included. and as much as we may way to drag them out, dust off all those secret issues that loom around….sometimes it’s just best to know that you and and only you have control over the human being you are. if you make the effort to be a good soul, then those issues can continue to collect dust and rot away.
parents will do as they please. women will stay married to bad men. men will stay married to bottles. if you tried to talk about it, then you did what you could. the rest is up to them.
i'm cold towards guys i get close to and end up pushing them away. how do i warm up and be honest with them.. its so hard for me to show my feelings even if i like them.
you just have to go at your own pace. but give people a chance to know you. letting someone in doesn’t mean they hold anything over you - you can shut the door whenever you want. you can always kick them out.
but the human heart feels more like home when company comes over for a little while ♥
I'm about to apply for my first job and it makes my tummy sick just thinking about it. I've got major social issues and I'm so scared that when I get a job, I'll see someone I know or something out in public or mess up like a total fool. Those are my two biggest fears... What was your first job like?
give yourself a break from all that social anxiety. who cares if you mess up or see someone you know! if you’re just doing your job and working hard then nothing will go wrong :)
my first job was as a receptionist at a salon - and i made TONS of silly mistakes! but i was kind and professional and just laughed it off!
ok so i have a question. its kinda stupid but its something that has always bothered me. how do you pronounce the name of the eyeshadow called brun? is it like b-run or like broon? sorry if it sounds confusing haha
honestly - all of us pronounce it differently!
i say it as “br-un”
and that’s only because it sounds cuter that way ;)
yes! any traveling you do is worth it - you learn a great deal about yourself and discover little uncharted territories inside your guts :)
while i’m not quite sure i’d ever go back to sweden, it’s such a gorgeous and untouched place. i spent an entire morning exploring an old cemetery in stockholm and running through the streets - it’s a really cool city. and Umeä is such a neat little musical hub tucked in the middle of nowhere.
it was tough though. being an american girl that smiles a lot and is quite forward - i felt really lost at times because the people are so reserved and quiet and keep to themselves and their friends. in Los Angeles, people smile and say hello and chat to strangers - it’s a really different environment. and sweden felt very very socially cold in comparison.
but yes, it was worth it. petting baby elk, riding bikes along the country side, the sun staying up through the night - pretty amazing experience.
Hello lovely, I have a little question for ya. I picked up one of the wet n wild matte lipsticks the other day and the color looks kinda gross on me. It just washes me out. I got think pink 901B, its the light pink shade. Which colors do you like/suggest? I really love the consistency of it, and you really can't go wrong with the price, but I was just curious (:
i’m sorry to hear you didn’t get a shade you liked! (try wearing it with a deeper lip liner buffed underneath or a pretty gloss on top!) i have that color too and it can be a little on the pale side.
my boyfriend said, "i love you." we've been dating for a month! i don't feel the same.. love means so much to me and i don't want to just say it but i feel like he's upset because it's not so mutual. what do i do? how am i supposed to react?
everyone has their very own definition of love and that definition changes as they experience what true love is and what it isn’t…
and it’s totally ok for you not to feel like you’ve reached your definition of love with him just yet….but it’s possible that what you feel for him is very close to being mutual in fact! so just explain it to him that way :
the feelings he files under the term “love” are probably the same feelings you have for him, you just call them something different…but when they evolve into bigger more meaningful vocabulary words, you will be the first to let him know ♥
no - i’m not really a big fan of large music festivals. i like seeing artists in really close and intimate settings. my favorite bands are so special to me and i feel like i just walk away with much more from a tiny little show in a tiny little room, with everyone paying attention :)
but have fun if you do go! i know tons of my friends looooove coachella and always come back with crazy little stories! and if you get a chance to catch refused’s set - scream inge’s name because this is the moment he’s been wishing would happen forever ♥
Loved your response to the anon on drugs. I'm a writer and my stories tend to be quite twisted and weird and I hate the thought of anyone assuming I write while drunk or on drugs because of it. Yay for teetotallers!
cheers :::clinks little glass of shirley temple on the rocks::::
i say write whats in you - nine times out of ten, it’s darker and more frightening than what drugs made in bath tubs could ever muster up.
Do you and Sam still communicate regularly? I guess I'm a little curious (as I'm sure many people are) as to why your relationship didn't work out. You two were adorable together and seemed to have such a strong connection.
we do still talk! at least once a week. he’s amazing and will always be part of my life if i have any say in the matter :)
Could you tell us the story of when you got bear bear? How old was he?
bear bear came to me one night via the inside pocket of a black pea coat.
i was 19 and going through some of the toughest parts of my life. i was dating this boy named Rye and regardless of the tumultuous and destructive relationship we had, he had a way of showing up with what i needed most. and that night he had driven to a house a few cities away and bought this little chihuahua runt from the litter.
i worked at a little punk rock store in downtown huntington beach. it was dark outside and i could see the fog rolling in off the ocean a few yards away. Rye walked in wearing the heavy black coat and a little smirk smeared under a mustache and beard. i asked, surprised, what he was doing there and that’s when he silently opened up the jacket like a shady watch salesman and there he was, a little cream colored creature with his eyes barely open and two miniature paws sticking out of the inner lining pocket.
i remember screaming and the sound being muffled as i cupped my hands over my mouth.
we took him to the local grocery store in a little cardboard tissue box, wrapped up in one of Rye’s beanies. bought him puppy food and drove home all in love.
we named him bear bear and slept carefully for fear of breaking his tiny bones. i took him to work with me, zipped up in the front of my hoodie. i constantly smothered him in kisses. he would drag stray clothing hangers around my room while i got ready, banging the plastic into the edges of the bed while trying to fit into spaces too small for such an object. my grandma gave me my baby cousin’s old playpen for bear bear to stay in while i was running errands.
i snuck him into movie theaters and my huge sociology and psychology classes at university. he slept with me every night like a tiny stuffed toy. and he’s saved my life countless times by just being there and licking my face. he’s my little furry guardian angel.