love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
The Art of Shutting People Out
I really struggle to understand myself. I think that’s part of the reason I cant let you in—I don’t trust that you can understand me, or even accept me because I simply don’t know how to do that for myself yet. I don’t understand how it is possible to love myself and therefore when you try to love me, that’s when I will walk away. You will tell me I am beautiful and I will receive it like a blow to the gut. I will take it like a blatant lie made to my face, I will believe you looked me straight in the eyes, and try to convince me of a delusion. And I will be hurt.
By Elle White 8 years ago in Humans
A Perfect Moment
Wrapped in a towel, I lay face-first on the aesthetically pleasing white bed that had not been made yet that morning with soft sunshine illuminating the notebook in front of me. I run my fingers through my still damp hair as I try to think of the task at hand yet I am distracted by the beauty that is this moment. The muffled sounds of the shower in the other room soothes my soul as I thank God for the adventure that is my life. I look back down to my notebook staring at the prayers that I have written out over the years. The shower stops and moments later the man of my dreams walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I look up and grin at him and continue to thank God in my notebook for this amazing man. He quickly dresses himself with a black v-neck and a pair of blue jeans then turns and smiles at me.
By Tori Miller8 years ago in Humans
Fright Night
It’s a dark October night. We had just gotten back from our honeymoon when a dear friend sent us an invite asking us to be in Universal Studios for a surprise. Honestly, I should’ve seen this coming from a mile away, but I wanted to trust that she wasn’t that mean. We stand in a cleared out part of the park in front of the American Horror Story Haunted House. My entire body stiffened because I knew what was coming. How could I have known that she would hold on to this kind of information for so long? The only reason I even came was because I knew he would be here with me. His big arms softly wrapped around my middle holding both of my hands in his because he knew how freaked out I would be of this whole situation. We patiently waited for the two camera men to ready their equipment for the shoot. He lightly kissed my neck then nestled his face against mine. His warm cheek melted my heart like it always does. I turned my face to his to kiss that cheek and tuck my face into his neck. To the outside observer, we looked like the perfect picture of love, but to us it wasn’t just a picture, it was the real deal.
By Tori Miller8 years ago in Humans
A More than One-Dimensional Review of Cheating
For some reason, this is how a train of thought starts these days — I get miffed. Since this happened multiple times this week, I had to ignore the fact that I'm supposed to write the most boring essay about the structure of Bladdeley's working memory model, and instead release my thoughts on an outlet.
By Maura Dudas8 years ago in Humans
Letters to Lia...
You know, when I first met you, I knew you were going to be a part of me forever. I didn’t exactly know what role you would have...or what position you would play in my world, but I knew for sure that you were here to stay. My feelings didn't exactly fulfill the “Love at first sight” cliché at first but...I’ll just make up my own.
By Ra Dyv3rse8 years ago in Humans
Who Knows?
Look up the Webster’s definition. Read some Lord Byron. Practice some meditations on a mountaintop with some gurus. Do what you want, but the answer to the age old question, “What is love?” won’t come until we ask how we define it for ourselves and look at how we manifest that definition in our own lives.
By MATTHEW STONE8 years ago in Humans
Do You Believe in Love at First Sight? (ToTD)
I do and I don’t. It can happen but it doesn’t always, it is one of the many types of love someone can experience in their lifetime. Sometimes you meet someone and instantly you’re in awe of them and within seconds of meeting you know there’s something about them that isn’t ordinary. They stand out from the crowd and they haven’t even said a word yet; not only are they beautiful but there’s just something about them, something no one can ever write about without sounding like a delusional freak.
By Chloe Hicks8 years ago in Humans











