You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. This is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Infused with divinity.
Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up.
You didn’t come here to be perfect, you already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And rising again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love in truth doesn’t need any adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks you to show up.
And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU.
Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.
God Mark Brendanawicz was the w o r s t
just by the change
of tone in your
be with someone
who loves the
you hate the most
fall in love with
looks at you and
knows they don’t
want anyone else
He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted
Drunk text me. I want
to be the one you think of
when you can’t think straight.