love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
You Don't Know Love until You're in Love
I myself have thought I have been in love many times in my life. Every time I got into a relationship I thought I was in love. That's why whenever I do feel love I tend to question wether I really do or did love that person. Love is a very complicated emotion, not easy like sadness or fear or even hate. Growing up the media pushed onto me as a little girl that I am a damsel in distress and that I need rescuing; my handsome prince will come along and I will fall in love. You can imagine my disappointment when I reached the age of my favourite Disney princesses and still had not felt the feeling of ones true love. Life isn't like the movies and stories you hear a learn to love as you're growing up, and most people, me included learn that the hard way. A friend once told me "You don't know love until you're in love."
By Casey Lewis8 years ago in Humans
Dressed To Impress
Pulling her pale blue dress further up, Clare awaited the arrival of her friend, nervously checking herself. She adjusted her feet in her heels, crouching down to ensure they filled the black shoes. Standing up, she pulled her dress again, unaccustomed to its lack of shoulder straps.
By Barry Allen8 years ago in Humans
Learning to Love Again
Love - that one emotion that nobody truly understands. Sometimes it feels like the most amazing thing on earth, and others it feels like your heart is being stabbed by a thousand knives. It's a complicated mess most of the time, especially when you suffer from a personality disorder that makes all of your emotions even more intense.
By Skylar Rose Pridgeon8 years ago in Humans
15 Signs You're ACTUALLY in a Healthy Relationship
Nowadays, we are inundated with social media expectations of relationships. The normalisation of the "psycho" partner, cheating, and pressuring young adults — barely past their 18th birthday to find the love of their life, because if they don’t then they will be alone forever. But then, then we stumble across the hero’s of the internet — our saviours in a dark time, they write articles and lists upon lists that tell us how we have to be in love (hypocritical, I know… But bare with me.) But why can’t they be subjective? Or HEALTHY? So, here is MY 15 signs you’re actually in a healthy relationship…
By Harley Lily8 years ago in Humans
Georgia On My Mind
We drive past trailer parks, through towns with no police departments. We are searching for mountains to climb, as if we won’t have to face enough of our own soon enough. We’re living on borrowed time, your six foot frame origami folded into the driver’s seat is not something the threadbare strings of my heart can afford to get used to. But your shit eating grin is stuck like a pin through my atrium anyway. There’s nothing I can do about it.
By Aliza Dube8 years ago in Humans
Kiss The Ones You Love
They were all in a line. Twenty-two of them. Twenty-two frogs all sitting, patiently in a neat row is a weird enough sight. Facing them was a boy in a freshly unflatpacked wheelie office chair. He was staring at each frog with a casual but considerate eye, one after the other. This one had a wart or a lump close to its eye so it made its face look wonky. That one had a tattered and broken looking foot. Another one had some sort of little tail. Further down the line was one that only stared at the floor. He felt bad for that one. It could have some social disorder, and here he is forcing it to sit in a row with a big bundle of other frogs. The boy wheeled to it. No, not it. Him. The boy wheeled closer to...Simon. The moment his chair stopped the boy picked him up, with little gloves on. He heard the heat of skin burns frogs. The frog flinched a bit, but settled quickly. Then the boy kissed it. Not a long kiss, certainly no tongue. Neither party seemed to enjoy it. It was a light peck and that was all. The moment it was done the frog was placed back in the line.
By Joel Jackson8 years ago in Humans
Watch the Clock
The sun was covered by thick gray clouds and there was a breeze that tempted my skirt to fly up. I walked down the sidewalk slowly, taking in the fall air. The trees were bright with warmth. The yellows, reds, and oranges danced in the wind as they fell from the branches. Fall has always been my favorite season because the colors fill in my heart and wake up my mind.
By Missy Maughan8 years ago in Humans
Crazy Becomes Crazier
Ever since the third grade, I always imagined myself living in a big house with a room filled with books. All of the books would be hardcovers and will be set in alphabetical order and will be perfectly set on each shelf, but the best part was, each book would be written by me. Now that I think about it, it's more of a crazy dream of mine. My dreams have never been simple and I'm pretty sure half of them are impossible; yet that will not stop me from completing them one way or another. With all these crazy dreams of mine, there are two things that I never dreamt about: being a wife or a mother.
By Citlali beltran8 years ago in Humans
