He’s just not that into you.

“We’re taught that in life, we should try to look on the bright side, to be optimistic. Not in this case. In this case, look on the dark side. Assume rejection first. Assume you’re the rule, not the exception.” ― Liz Tuccillo, He’s Just Not That Into You It’s been romcom season in casa di

The ‘Not Enough/Too Much’ issue of love.

Breakups are the ideal time for self-reflection and a whole lotta talking. Personal growth – or so they say. I usually just translate it to a lot of ‘self-care’ instead. Which pretty much translates to binging (drinks, fastfood and Netflix) the memories and pain away. Brutal but effective. There always comes a point, however, when

I did the math. And boy. Do I suck at math.

Yesterday I turned my mattress back the 180 degrees that I’d shifted it at the start of my latest attempt at an ‘us’.Putting it back as it has been in the previous years of sleeping alone and in doing so drawing the line under what ‘we’ had been. Over. Now.Moving it back into the single

I can’t even remember

Darling,Can you recall the last time you hurt?Really hurt?Hurt so bad you couldn’t breathe?Hurt so deep you couldn’t see?Hurt so much you couldn’t bear?I bet you think you can.I bet you think you should.I bet you think you have to. Need to even.But I also bet that you don’t.That you can’t really recall the burn.

New

When I say it is different..When I say it is new..When I say pasts are over…Will you see my words true?Because I know that I mean them..Because I know that they’re real…Because I know they say much less…Than what I really feel..But will you allow me to be scared…And will you allow me to wait…For

Bitter tastes

Honeyed lies drank from poisoned lipsLaid my careful plans to wasteThose empty words and hidden bitesAte me up insideYet I’m still craving a taste.  Because all we really seem to wantIs what might kill us fastest.Consumed by our needsFor the food of our detriment And a sip of the deadliest drinkFilling up on love.  I

The End

The final wish’s been spoken,The final word’s been said,The final die’s been cast,Now all that’s left’s regret. So I’ll just blast this on repeat,Until I believe those words,Because when all is said and done,Only real love really hurts.

Weakness

Now that I’ve made it through the first two seasons of Arrow – I can safely say: This is going to be a tough as fuck resolution to keep, watching the entirety of its 8 seasons. I am definitely a Marvel humor and swag girl over the death and drama of the DC universe. But

(Not that) Easy to Forget

Over the years I’ve grown accustomed to picking my head over my heart when it comes to making a lot of the decisions I make in life. Not without a fight, obviously, because as it so happens – my heart and brain are very seldom on the same page about a lot of things. The

Heart on lockdown

I thought of you, Each time I tried something new, And I stopped trying, So I wouldn’t have to.   I thought of you, Each time I fucked someone new, And I stopped fucking, So I wouldn’t have to.   I thought of you, Every time I drank something new, And I stopped drinking, So