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
Message me (through Tumblr or Twitter @kavaliercalm) 1) your name, 2) your Instagram handle, and 3) a small story, and I’ll write a poem for you, take a photo of it, and post it. Come on. Right now. I’ll try to get to them all. — Kavalier
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.
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.