Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

smartass-stripper:

matociquala:

ariaste:

Relationships are scary and complicated ONLY when you start thinking of your partner as some kind of adversary. 

You know how to stop being scared of relationships? Remember that it’s got a goddamn buddy system *built in*. That’s all a relationship IS: “Let’s approach life with the buddy system.”

Check on your buddy. Make sure your buddy doesn’t forget their lunch box on the schoolbus. Hold hands with your buddy so you don’t get lost. If your buddy wants to look at the monkey cage, look at the goddamn monkey cage with them. If you are the one looking at the monkey cage, ask your buddy what they want to do next, and when they want to feed the giraffe, help them find a quarter for the little food dispenser. Be a good buddy, and if your buddy isn’t a good one too, tell the teacher and ask for a new one.

This isn’t fucking rocket science, people. 

I have reblogged this before. I will reblog it again. And it’s not just romantic relationships: it’s family members and friends as well.

This kind of woke my ass up because of the amount of times I’ve had a buddy who didn’t check on me, didn’t want me to check on them, but didn’t want me to leave.

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

Today was my birthday (I am 19 and…you know, I keep waiting to feel like an adult and like this is my second year doin’ the thing, and I feel like I’m still kind of five and needing to hold hands to cross the street, you feel me?) and I just want to say one thing.

Sometimes things are good.  Don’t get me wrong, sometimes they’re awful, sometimes they’re acutely horrible and sometimes they’re just low-level unpleasant, but other times they’re good.  And like, listen, eight years ago I was alone and depressed and drowning, and four years ago I was shouting in classes and getting in fights in hallways and running the ragged edge of expulsion and hurting myself by accident because I was so bored that I would scratch my arms or scalp raw without thinking, and I still have really terrible days when I shake with anxiety or have flashbacks or feel like I’m in everybody’s way or can’t eat food I haven’t prepared myself.

But today I’m home from college on spring break and I slept in, and I went out to a coffee shop with my parents and argued about how well anarchy would work as a theoretical political system and laughed and joked, and my best friend @twistedangelsays sent me an all-caps message to wish me happy birthday and listened to me talk about the novel I’m planning to write about a bisexual technopath and her girlfriend taking down corrupt governments together, and I watched Mad Mac: Fury Road with my parents and it was just as good the nth time around.  And it was good.

So I guess my point is that…if it’s bad for you right now, I get that.  I’ve been there.  And as cliche as it sounds, it does get better.  To quote what is (in my opinion) one of the best action movies humanity’s ever churned out, “It’s a hard day.”  And sometimes it’s just a hard day.  But other times it’s good.  And today was good.

And I’ve decided that it might be okay to hold hands when you cross the street even if you’re a grown-up.