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  • You always seem to have the just right thing to say and I need advice. My ex and I broke up 6 months ago and I am still not totally over it. I have been talking to a new guy and he's really nice but we kissed for the first time and, although it was great, the more I think about it the more scared I am of moving forward. I am not sure if he just wants a hook-up or if he wants more and idk how to figure it out. But I'm not down to get played. Can you share some insight? Xx

    Asked by Anonymous

    Fear is a normal part of falling for someone. You are taking an emotional risk. You could open up, and they could hurt you. But conquering this fear is an essential part of finding a real, deep love. How do we conquer it? For me, it’s always been conquered by talking about it. When we vocalize our fear, it becomes a real, tangible thing floating in the air instead of just a cancer in our mind. Things that are real and tangible can be fought against; you start to see how to deconstruct the problem. You just talked about it with me, which was a good start. But now you should talk about your fears with him. Tell him about your ex and how breaking up hurt. Tell him you don’t want to go through something like that again. Then pay close attention to how he responds. Is he listening? Does he seem to understand? Do you believe in your gut whatever promises he utters? Does talking about it with him lessen the fear? Is he helping you fight your fear? When you see how he responds, you’ll know if you should pursue something with him or not. I realize having this conversation isn’t easy—that there’s fear in having such heavy discussions—but what’s the harm? If he responds poorly, you’ll know he’s not worth your time now instead of later. You’ll be experiencing a small pain now instead of a huge one later. And if he responds well, you’ll know that something wonderful has just begun. I know you’re brave enough. Now get to it.

    Half the people I meet spend their time looking for joy, and the other half spend their time looking for something to be mad about. As far as I can tell, they all find exactly what they seek.


    a strip club but instead of naked women its cute dogs that you give dog treats to for them to do tricks

    that place is called the internet and you don’t even have to give the dogs treats to see them do tricks

    (via departured)

    Me: Say something sweet.
    Girl at the bar: Something sweet.
    Me: Ha, ha. But really.
    Girl at the bar: Like what? What would be sweet to you?
    Me: How about your number?

    Our body listens to our heart to survive. Our heart listens to music to survive.

    I know I’ve said it before, but seriously: forget my poems, ladies; marry me for my sandwich making. If I took you home and made you a sandwich, you’d propose to me.

    I recently met Jessica, and she told me about her blog Hashtag Hearts where she posts couples’ love stories. We agreed it would be fun if I wrote songs about some of the stories, and Virginia and Forrest’s definitely jumped out at me. Virginia sees their meeting as fate, and I can’t help but agree that a bunch of small things had to happen just right for them to ever meet. Everyone’s love story is like that, and that’s what makes love so special. I was thinking about how special this is, and this little song just plopped out of my head. The lyrics are built around the concept of fate, and I included small details from their story like the “hurdle” the heart jumps (because Virginia is a track and field athlete) and the metaphor about an island at sea (because they met at a beach). I hope you enjoy it, friends. Free downloads of this song are on my Bandcamp page here. If you like my work, please like my musicians page on Facebook and send me a message about it. Much, much love! — Kavalier


    I don’t know who to thank for meeting you.
    Lots of small moments added up to make us two.
    Somehow it feels like it was always meant to be.
    That’s why if you look up “fate” in the dictionary, you’ll see:
    you and me.

    We grew up thousands of miles apart,
    each and every one a hurdle for the heart.
    But some magic magnet pulled you to me.

    I was just a tiny island in the sea,
    prepared to live the long life of the lonely.
    But of all the shores, you washed up on my beach.

    So this lady who’s always at the bus stop with wild, never-been-cut gray hair and worn out clothes, who constantly mumble-screams at herself or nothing, was late to the bus, and she was running down the sidewalk, and I yelled, “I’ll ask the driver to wait!” He did wait, and when she boarded the bus, she met my eye and lucidly said, “Thank you. I thought I was going to miss it.” File under: Don’t judge a book by its cover.

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