Sometimes let go, sometimes give up;
sometimes move forward, move on; sometimes
step back, regroup — sometimes these,
all evoke the same privilege: forced control
over whimsical notions of destiny. Though
fate tender prescription, undaunted still
we move. So much sought after, so much yet
So I am here in this guys bed who sleeps with me, lets call him M. He loves to have sex with me, he loves kissing me, being inside me. He cares for me but he can’t commit himself emotionally to me. After my ex I found solace with him. This night I had a talk with him and I don’t see him giving me more. So I have to take this hard decision and leave forever in the morning. I have stayed too long here and now I think is the time to leave and just get over this dilemma. I might just fall for him and certainly that isn’t what I want.
( my friends email)
I think what you are doing is right. Just leave and don’t look back.
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am
|—||Unknown (via btr-mylove)|
|—||Harrier Lerner (via dracofidus)|
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche (via psych-facts)|