People have been inconsiderate. People have taken me for granted. People have ripped my heart from its very core and stomped it, right in front of my fucking face. And you’re right…it was a lesson….A lesson that I should choose who to keep my walls and guard up in front of. A lesson that not everyone in this world, gives a fuck about you and the castles that you’ve built on YOUR beach…because time after time, no matter how many fucking castles you build, you’re still back to just a grain of sand once their foot hits your first tower.
You can call me young and naive, you can call me jaded or heartless, you can call me what you will…but I’ll still be standing here with my head held high, pushing up every fucking hill that comes at me with an army of no one but myself. Because when push comes to shove, I’m the strongest fucking soldier this troop has, and when no one else has my back, I’ll hold my own…because I’m the only fucking bitch in the room that knows how.
And I’ll continue to stand rock solid against every slam and condescending tone you throw at me. I am the rock solid foundation that you wish you had.
Welcome to my backbone.
2 years ago and today.
- I found this tumblr post that I wrote 2 years ago, altered it a little, and found in some ways for it to be a great reminder and relevant today. Maybe not relevant in love, but in life. Never lose yourself and a sense of independence. True happiness is being happy in your own skin, and sharing that with someone else.
I remember who you used to be. I recognize who you are today, and a balance of the two is a perfect combination to stand on your own two feet and conquer every thing that starts to pull em out from under you. A Full blown storm has never stopped you before, don’t let a little rain flood you now.
My castles are rebuilt, and this time they are made of stone.
