love

All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.

The 2 of Cups and Strength
We all fear intimacy and vulnerability on some level. Some of us more than others. That moment when you reach a crossroad and think: Do I push through and open myself to the possibility of being hurt? Or do I cut my losses and move on? That's when making the right decision can be the difference between taking a chance on love or guarding your heart and looking elsewhere.
By April Kelly8 years ago in Humans
The Start of My Renaissance
From the moment I met you I've felt my world collapse all around me. I've looked at myself in ways I never have before. I realized the amount of time I wasted choosing to isolate myself from the world around me. I finally opened my eyes to how much I've let my past control me. How much of my future I've let slip through my fingers, but I know I can somehow fix it.
By Molly Sky8 years ago in Humans
Our First Love
We could all remember the first person we fell in love with. Just like any favorite book or movie, we sometimes find ourselves re-imaging the "good parts," leading us to ponder of what could have been or would have happened. Yeah, I had those moments too. A moment where our weaknesses were our strength, as with every day we felt strong and complete. Time felt endless alongside them. The feeling of being free made our worries disappear. Our first love.
By JL .8 years ago in Humans
Sweet Dreaming
Sweet Dreaming Have you ever had a dream that felt just as real as reality? Like you magically slipped into an alternate universe that functions and runs on its own time, checks and balances and you lose track of everything? Well that’s what happened to me, my sister believes there’s more than one dimension and the link between them is thinner and easier to cross while dreaming. I wasn’t sure how true her theory was until this happened.
By Ashanti Starr8 years ago in Humans
I'll Never Forget
How do you know you are in love? How do you feel? Is it like they say in movies? When you get butterflies in your stomach and your hands get clammy? Well, for me it was that and way more! You don't control who you fall in love with or when it happens. All you can control is how you deal with it. They say the love of your life meets you in your mess not your best. We always said from nothing to something, and I'll never forget what you told me in August of 2015, "Why did you have to sing that stupid song? Why did you have to look so cute? And make me fall in love with you?" From the first night we hung out you had me addicted, totally hooked. Your smile, your charisma, your charm, everything about you I wanted so badly. Then when I had it, I didn't want to let go; and I wouldn't for no reason!
By Symantha Penfield8 years ago in Humans
My Ex, Who Also Happens to Be My Best Friend and Life Savior
It all started in November of 2014. A young, vulnerable girl was unable to sleep. Exposed to unimaginable things already, when only 13. I had to deal with pain and exhaustion, just from my own head. I was drowning, and no one saw it. I was touched as a young girl, and all my problems sprouted from that point. I hated myself, and it only got worse from there.
By Stephanie M8 years ago in Humans
John and Jane...and Valentine's Day
John and Jane…and Valentine’s Day Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching which means heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and gooey cards are littering the aisles of our stores and appearing on tables, in mailboxes, and on office desks all across America. (Don’t lie, you’re counting down the days until those boxes of chocolate go on sale, I know I am).
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Humans
Are We Entering an Era of Acceptance of the ‘Unable to Label’ Relationship?
Much to my mum’s delight, four weeks after moving back home following 12 years away, she had a daughter who had watched around a miniscule 63 hours of TV in 2017, hooked on Celebrity Big Brother; a programme I would normally scoff at for its anger and ego-filled coverage, tinged with sadness as once-celebrated celebrities sell their soul for a fee that will enable them to cover their repayments on a home that now exceeds their current status.
By Verity Brown8 years ago in Humans
I Won’t Be Eaten by the Monster of Love (Again…)
I've made up my mind on the matter. I've had just about enough of this nonsense. Years and years I spent anxiously awaiting its arrival. For hours, I would daydream about "the one"... the one that would finally come along and steal my heart away. He would have kind eyes, a nice smile, and would take my breath away. I never imagined grand gestures or flowers or an astounding wedding. What I fantasized about was a person that understood me like no one else. Someone I could confide in, and who felt they could confide in me. Someone I could always count on, someone that would be there through thick and thin. Someone who loved all of me. The insecure, the broken, the weak, the scared... they saw it all, and they dove in head first. Of course, I would reciprocate all of this. That was the love that I couldn't wait for. But, somehow, I left out any trace of heartbreak.
By C.G. Remmet8 years ago in Humans
Humidity and Agony
Thump thump thump The band plays its next jolly tune that echoes through the sky, but you only feel your pulse pounding to the sound of the bass. Draped lights in the background against the contrast of the dark makes the beaming colors blurry and you shrug it off. The glass of champagne is a floating life savor: it gives you something to hold to signal to seas of socialites that you don't need to talk to anyone at the moment—you are preoccupied with looking presentable at the open bar.
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Humans
Whole
4 am – yes 4:00 – it was what my alarm said in a flashy pink color I adored when it actually showed 6 am and not some ridiculously early time of the morning. I bet it had been simply another shitty night during which I had remained sleepless. I had stopped counting them, not only because I had lost count of them, but mostly in order not to be more depressed than what I already felt. It was quite usual for me to wake up during the night, it also explained why I owned more books than clothes. When I couldn't sleep, I used to read, and read, until I fell asleep again – when it actually happened. It was my escape. It gave me some hope. I'd never been someone who believed in fairy tales. I'd learned when I was quite young that fairy tales didn't exist. Reading gave me a way to be someone else, another person with a perfect life in a world where everything ended well. I envied these girls with perfect curves, a social life and an handsome man they weren't supposed to meet.
By Diana Sol8 years ago in Humans
I Got Super Lucky at Sixteen to Meet the Man of My Dreams
I know, I know, at sixteen, how can you know? But I knew from the first kiss he was it. I also know how cliché this sounds from that "first kiss" I knew. He was just different, he cared about not only how I felt, but how I experienced things with him. He didn't have much money, as we were both focusing on just finishing high school but he made the most out of our days together. My mother always said "marry the man who will climb mountains for you," well this guy had no car so he biked thirteen miles to my house twice a day for seven days just to spend maybe three hours with me. Was he it? He went from helping me clean my childhood room to being the only person who wanted to stick around.
By Aemanda Coffey8 years ago in Humans