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One day, I realized he might not exist. My soulmate, I mean.

I realized there might not be someone walking around this earth just waiting to meet me. Someone with a private world just as intricate as mine that, one day, I would get to share and be a part of and know.

And I realized I was keeping a vacant spot in my heart for this person who might not exist. That I wasn’t allowing myself to be whole because how could I be whole with my other half missing?

It was an excuse, of course. A simple view of life that would exempt me from having to put in the effort of filling myself up with the love I was waiting for someone else to supply.

The reality is this: Life is a churning, chaotic thing with no guarantees, and in the throws of the tumbling you might run into people to hold on to for a while. Sometimes for a night, sometimes for life.

And holding on to someone is a worthy thing. A wonderful thing. Something to look forward to and appreciate and embrace with your whole heart.

But the love you get from holding on to someone will never be as reliable as the love you can give yourself. Right here. Right now.

So here’s my advice. Be open to love, but don’t be empty for it.

Open, Not Empty - John Paul Brammer  (via her0inchic)

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If I don’t keep myself inspired, encouraged, uplifted, joyful, connected, cognizant, who will? That’s why I do what I do. I don’t want to wait for a savior, they may never come. I’m the creator of my life and I know I’m deserving of great things and inspiring energy. I have my eyes planted on progression and evolution. Learn to enjoy the journey—it is exhilarating when you embrace it fully.
Brittany Josephina  (via mindofataurus)

I’ve been playing video games since I was 7, when I saved up my pocket money to buy my first gameboy colour with pokemon yellow. I never considered whether it was a feminine or “cool” thing to do, I just bought the game because I thought it looked like a lot of fun and kept gaming since.

I don’t understand the negativity that some people seem to have towards women playing games—- suggesting that they have some ulterior motive or that they’re not “real” in some way. You’re a real gamer if you play a game and if you enjoy it, full stop, and there are many many female gamers out there across a spectrum of games. 

Why are some people so passionate about male dominance in the gaming sphere? I really don’t understand.

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