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Congratulations! You've discovered that long term relationships are never the same year after year. You are both people with your own desires, goals, and interests. You're both growing and maturing. You aren't the same people you were a few years ago when you were newly together and everything was magical. That spark? That's nice, huh? But it's Disney bullshit. Fairy tale stuff. The spark will not be there your entire lives. You'll fight. You'll disagree. You may even fall in and out of love over and over again. You'll change, and so will she. That's NORMAL.
Communicate. Be open and honest. Be empathetic. Being with someone long-term isn't just this natural thing that's super easy and everyone can do without help. It's fucking hard sometimes. There will be obstacles. There will be hard decisions that you won't always agree on. There will be pain and loss and suffering. That's life - and living it with another person will double the chances of it happening.
Being with someone is a choice you make every day. It's okay if some days you don't really like them a whole lot and you want some distance, but it's also okay if you cool off and decide you'd still like to be with them. We don't live in a Disney happy ending. You aren't a failure or bad at relationships if you get sad or go through a rough patch. You're human, both of you. Recognize that, and if you really want to be together... keep choosing to be together. And keep communicating. Never stop communicating.
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"I have fond feelings toward you, and I predict this trend will continue into the foreseeable future"
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Love is a very complicated word because there's a lot of different types of varying value. The "high" type of love from movies that's been raised to the highest possible thing in western culture is just chemical reactions designed for breeding. Our shallow culture makes it out to be the ultimate thing which is why when it wears off after a couple years so many couples end up divorcing.
To me this isn't love.
This is just consumerism through another human being. You're trying to extract positive emotions from another person but you don't actually care about them.
Real "love", I define as a desire to nurture without judgement. You can feel this for anyone, not just a romantic partner. Real love is finding joy in the happiness of someone else. In that case it doesn't matter whether they love you back, or if they do anything for you it just makes you happy that they're happy. Most people will only experience this type of love with their children but you can really feel it for anyone. It's just a matter of opening up your heart. I changed my definition of love to reliability, responsibility, and mutual maturity. if If can rely on you, that's real love.
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I need a little bit of chaos in life but at the same time I am very hesitant about new situations and I tend to think several times before jumping. Several times in my life I longed for something new but when it came I simply preferred the conservative and secure choice.
I tend to be very reductive with all kinds of things. I always try to cut the path to making the least possible effort to procrastinate as much as possible. Because of that, I tend not to spend energy on tasks that I don’t see as worthy to be accomplished. And there are a lot of things like this: not tidying up the room, skipping content until I get to what I really care about, not participating in small talk and so on. I know it can be a bit problematic and yes I tried to stop doing that, but then we got to another point: I spend a lot of time on things that I find interesting to the point of forgetting my basic needs.
Sometimes I behave like a spoiled child when people don’t appreciate or return something I shared with them. This happens a lot with affection or even loyalty. Nevertheless I never “get revenge” on others or even say something about it because I know it is tremendously childish of me. However, I distance myself from others because I try to distance myself from any type of influence, dependence or even vulnerability.
I used to have the bad habit of thinking that I was the smartest and most capable person in the room. I often realized that I was not and with that, I have learned that everyone has something to teach us and that at the end of the day we are all imperfect. The problem now is that I started doubting about my abilities to a point where I consider my intellect cannot grasp a too complicated reality and maybe it is better distancing myself from reality too.
I am very unmotivated in general. I don’t have any kind of religion, or goal, or will, or passion and I see a lot of things in the world as shades of grey (yes, I know it sounds depressing but as far as I know I don’t have depression and that kind of thinking doesn’t paralyze me or something). I just keep doing the things I do because it doesn’t make any sense to commit suicide or anything, so I keep living and enjoying life.
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Inget är rätt, inget är bra, ingenting här är som det ska
Nånting gick fel så långt tillbaks, gick sönder inuti av det vi sa
Men jag hoppas vintern kommer snart och släcker ner hela stan
Snön kommer täcka alltihop, vartenda misstag som vi gjort
In i dimman, domna bort och bara stänga av
In i dimman, domna bort och bara stänga av
Fortsätt prata allt du vill men ingen lyssnar ändå
Du tror du ser nåt längre fram, sträck upp din hand, försök att nå
Dina lögner är så fulla av hål så solen skiner in
Låt ljuset krascha genom hjärnan, bara spola bort allting
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Hva sa du?
Jeg har drømt på fire språk.
Jeg har sett auroraen.
Jeg har sett snøen i Firenze. Og i Barcelona.
Jeg har spilt piano, i hytta, mistet i skogen, mens en rein stirret på meg.
Jeg har fått hjertet mitt knust av avstand. Hver gang. Hele tiden.
Jeg har elsket bare på engelsk og spansk.
Noen ganger lurer jeg på om jeg vil være i stand til å elske meg selv.
Uansett språk.
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Amor fati.
Amor fati. Radical acceptance. Fluoxetine. Methylphenidate. Hjem. Hvor er hjemme. Qui. Qui. É. Est-ce. Hvordan kan jeg beskytte meg. Hvorfor er alt så grusomt. Hvorfor gjør alt så vondt. Magari il dolore non paserá e magari sono vittima del mio cervello. Kanskje. Che mi rende prigioniera. Eu. Sou. A. Prisão. Oppure la realtá. Isso. Kanskje. Ojalá. Hjerne. Jeg vil jo så gjerne forstå. É il mio cervello. Pieno. Piano. Di lingue. Di parole. De lágrimas. De pesadumbre. De incontrolabilidad. Do fim. Dopamine. Serotonine. Hjem. Hvor er hjem. N'y a pas d'endroit comme ma maison. Não há. Não fica mais. Personne. Ingen person. Stå. Bak. Linja. Il dolore più atroce è sapere che il dolore passerà.
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