Roses y Handcuffs

I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck.

—Silver Linings Playbook

Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

—Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell (via simpleinteractions)

(via gaverjesse)

I am the one who told him he was someone. I was the one that cheered him on and listened to him ramble about his hopes and dreams. I am the one that focused him. I did all the work. I did all the work and now she gets to reap the benefits? No. No. I made him. He exists because I say he exists.

—Scandal.

Jan. 29, 2013: The night I put myself first.

He’s in love with you but he doesn’t want to. Sometimes you have to lose someone before you know their worth.

I wish there was a re-do button for us.

The closer I get to you the farther I get from myself.