I tend to leave early on in relationships. I always warn people I might leave, but they’re always sure they’re an exception, so they don’t worry about it at all. I just get scared that I’m with the wrong person or I realize it probably isn’t going to work out, so I’m like, “You don’t deserve this bull shit, I have to leave.”
Exactly so! We get drunk on Jellybeans and jelly and mashed potatoes (in pie) to celebrate Abraham Lincoln just like on Gossip Girl as we cheer on large, wimpy, padded men try to hurt each other…but only after our parades.
“Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.”—Harvey Milk