Guys I don’t mean to alarm you all but the @DalaiLama has Twitter. Enlightening Buddhist monks since 1548, now fulfilling your spiritual needs via social media.
Some of my favourite ways to sign off on emails include:
Daughter the second and most fabulous
L Sweeney, child prodigy and amateur magician
The one with the fat head
Isaiah Knobrot
Jilly Cooper
Yours, mine.
(Source: venebelle, via anguseaton)
Despite the sloppy grammar, this sentiment is absolutely true. (Let’s face it though, correct grammar isn’t absolutely necessary when you’re speaking the truth. Generally, the truth just tumbles out of your mouth in exactly the way you mean it, without a care for double negatives or split infinitives.)
The point is that when a heart breaks, there’s always one person hurting more than the other. Sometimes it’s the girl, sometimes it’s the boy, sometimes it’s the more dominant person in the relationship, sometimes it’s the one who took a backseat the whole time. You can’t say that it was the person who ‘loved’ more, because really, who can be the judge of that?
Based on my experience, I assumed this person was usually the girl, or whoever had invested more in the relationship, because the person left hurting more after my few breakups was always me. Maybe it was because, when it came down to it, they were always the ones letting me go. Not the other way round. I realise now though, that just because I’ve cried more tears or embarrassed myself more times than they did, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t hurt too. You can’t assume to know how someone else deals with their pain.
I was reminded of this sobering fact recently, after talking to a few friends I hadn’t spoken with in a while. I can’t say I knew either of them entirely well before I met them as a couple, so maybe my thoughts are completely irrelevant. I thought I knew how it would end up, but I was wrong. These two, very different individuals dealt with their breakup in significantly different ways, both heartbroken, but not the same. One half chasing a new life while the other watches on wondering what on earth they’ll do without the one they loved for so long. When a heart breaks, no. It doesn’t break even.
People seem to be split down the middle in terms of the advice they give to friends who’ve just been through a break up. They’ll either tell you to forget about the whole thing and act as if it never happened, or to reflect on the positive things that happened to you because of the person you loved, and remember the good times you shared. Well, you can’t forget about something like that, it’s impossible, and unnecessary. But that doesn’t make it easy to be okay about losing something that made you infinitely happy. Hindsight’s a bitch, and you can’t let yourself wish and ‘what if’, because that shit will destroy you.
(via heyteenager)
