When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on, until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.
sometimes i reblog dogs a lot. but this dog! THIS DOG.
i shall call him squishy and he will be my squishy forever.
» Would You Please Fucking Stop?
a rousing essay so wonderfully written it has me leaning toward the return to quality future eloquent speech. from MY lips? my my, perhaps i’ll become a lady after all.
this is exactly how you get me to submit to pretty much anything as well.