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February is full of love, romance, sex, and even deeper friendships. We love it all. Everyone deserves some sort of affection and appreciation, so this is what’s to come to you in the month of February, all you zodiac babies.

Aquarius (January 20 – February 18)

You’ll find yourself pretty grounded in the love department this month. In other words, something serious is happening and you should take the time to enjoy solitude while you still can. Keep your head out of the clouds, especially when it comes to fantasies in your relationship.

Pisces (February 19 – March 20) 

This month will be very romantic for you only if you focus on investment and the energy between you and others. Ask yourself if you’re truly invested in people or if they’re truly invested in you. If so, get out of your bubble and go with the flow of how love could work out.

Aries (March 21 – April 19)

You are too exhausted (physically and emotionally) to deal with any romantic affairs this month, so make it all about your friendships instead! Put effort in to hanging out with your friends and remind them how much you appreciate them. If you’re gonna put your energy into anything, make it be the people who are supportive and reliable and loving.

Taurus (April 20 – May 20)

This is a hot month with all the sexiness and romance in the air around you. It might be a new love and yeah, it’s kinda scary for you to jump into new things, but just roll with it! Your romantic pursuits will actually lead you somewhere amazing. You’re unstoppable! Believe in yourself and the good vibes you get with that certain someone.

Gemini (May 21 – June 20)

Oooh, things are gonna get hot this month! All thanks to that one experience you had with someone. Whatever happened and whoever it was with, remember that this experience is good and it will create something good for your future. Even if it’s a bit challenging and overwhelming right now, just give it time. It’ll work out and it’ll be good for your soul.

Cancer (June 21 – July 22) 

Things are going to be pretty intense for you this month. It might be a karmic love between you and a friend or maybe the introduction to some kind of harsh reality. Whatever the case, a realization will present itself to you unexpectedly and you’ll be pushed to do something about it.

Leo (July 23 – August 22) 

Things are going to start moving a lot more quickly in your love life this month and you just gotta roll with it! You’ll be given the freedom and ability to breathe life into a relationship that really means something to you. What’s different this time is that it’ll be the real deal. Here’s to a fresh start!

Virgo (August 23 – September 22) 

Self-care! Self-care! Self-care! You keep talking about focusing on yourself and putting yourself first, but you don’t actually do it. This month, you should expect a lot of opportunities to do some self-care. Because of that, you’ll have plenty of romantic matches because these people will be seeing you at your absolute best.

Libra (September 23 – October 22)

Spend a little more time at home this month. Take those moments to heart. Why? Oh, maybe it’s because a potential partner might come into the picture. They’re a part of your home life, whether if that means from the same state, city, neighborhood, apartment building. Whatever the case, you just have to roll with it, if you want to eventually find some balance in your love life.

Scorpio (October 23 – November 21)

Love is on your side this month. Intense conversations, sensual moments and experiences, flowers and chocolate and other lovey dovey things–yep, all of that is going to be yours. Tis the season for play and seduction. When opportunities for love present themselves to you, take them. You’ll be feeling great, if you do.

Sagittarius (November 22 – December 21)

Someone intense might be communicating a lot with you and because of that, you’ll be forced to make a lot of decisions this month. This person might get your heart beating faster than normal. You need to remember how to keep yourself from getting hurt. They have some hot energy, so be careful to not get burned.

Capricorn (December 22 – January 19) 

You’re dreamy. And apparently, you’re dreaming a lot about love and it’s manifesting itself now! Your love life is getting hot. I mean, this isn’t going to be a casual thing, so get ready for the real deal. Charm some people. Work your magic. Love is on your side only if you let yourself have it. TC mark


Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/kelly-peacock/2019/01/this-is-what-your-zodiac-sign-predicts-for-your-love-life-during-the-month-of-february/

1. The moment I saw the dress, I fell in love. It was a soft blue and sparkled in the light, so different from my usual uniform of t-shirts and leggings that the popular girl in my class always made fun of. I wore it proudly to school and smiled so hard it hurt when my classmates complimented me — for the first time in a long time, I felt pretty. Later at recess, I lost my balance on the playground and dove right onto the blacktop. My teacher fretted over my arms and legs that were scraped open, raw, but all I could see was dark red stained on blue.

2. It had been a year since my mom was diagnosed with cancer, and I’d been told she was doing better. “She’ll be back to normal in no time,” everyone assured me. But the mother who had raised me used to laugh and sing and smile with her eyes, not just her mouth. And that was a woman I wasn’t sure would ever come back.

3. He was all sharp elbows and knobby knees and a smile that set my heart on fire — I always blushed when I married him in MASH. It was the first real crush I ever had, and it was thrilling and terrifying and everything in between. Then one day my best friend went rogue, cornered him on the foursquare court and asked if he’d be my date for Valentine’s Day. Later she told me he’d shrugged and said, “If no one else asks me, I guess.”

4. I was 14 years old and somehow I felt everything and nothing at once. When anyone asked, I said I was fine, I was great, I was fan-fucking-tastic, but I hadn’t slept in months and was sneaking away extra pills and couldn’t stop thinking about dying. I almost thought I fooled them, too, until one day my cousin looked at me and said, “You know, I never see you smile anymore.”

5. It was the first time I had ever been in love, the big L-O-V-E, the kind where you can’t sleep and you can’t eat but somehow you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. Everything about him made me feel weightless and alive — frighteningly so. He asked me to hang out that night, said he’d call when he was ready, so I put on my favorite outfit and let my friend do my makeup as we waited, giddily, with my phone sitting between us. But then my friend had to leave, and it was just me and my phone lying on the mattress, and the clock on the wall was ticking past midnight, and my eyelids were growing heavy, heavy, heavy. I woke up the next morning in my favorite outfit, half my makeup smudged on my pillow, the phone still silent beside me.

6. It was my 22nd birthday and things were going a little too well. My professor bought me coffee and my coworkers left gifts on my desk and my friends threw a surprise party I pretended I didn’t expect. I smiled and laughed and drank and ignored the feeling gnawing deep down in my gut. Later that night at the bar, when someone pulled me aside to ask if I was having a good time, I started crying and couldn’t seem to stop. Everything was perfect, right, except for maybe me.

7. He told me we wouldn’t work out, not because of our feelings but because of the circumstances. Or maybe it was sort of because of our feelings — we were too intense, too attached, too much. I said I completely understood and spent the rest of the afternoon riding around town in the passenger seat of his car, pretending my heart hadn’t just shattered on the floor of my stomach.

8. I was five years old and playing in my grandparents’ basement when I stepped on a needle that went right through my foot. “I’ll just pull it out,” my cousin assured me, but I started crying as I watched her slowly peel my skin off. I’d never known that kind of pain before, never felt something quite so acutely. When my mom finally showed up, she managed to work the needle out as I sobbed into her shirt. “Where does it hurt?” she asked, pulling the neosporin out of her bag, but I couldn’t tell her. I was too young to understand that some kinds of pain will tear you apart in the moment, then feel like nothing at all the next. TC mark


Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/callie-byrnes/2019/01/a-short-list-of-things-that-only-hurt-a-little/

The girl who tells you she does not want anything serious has been hurt in the past. She knows how much of a struggle it is to overcome heartache — and she does not have time for that right now. She needs time to focus on herself. She has other things to worry about than the state of her heart. She has a career she is passionate about pursuing. She has friends and family members who are in deep need of her support. The last thing she needs to add to her overflowing plate is a messy relationship that will take up the bulk of her time. When she tells you she doesn’t want anything serious, she is not lying to look cool and edgy. She is dead serious. She means every word.

The girl who tells you she does not want anything serious is not a piece of meat for you to toss around like a toy. She is not someone you can hurt without feeling remorse. Even though she might get flirtatious with you or agree to a one-night stand does not mean she is any less deserving of your respect than a girl who is searching for a serious relationship. This girl still deserves to be treated with kindness. She still deserves to be looked in the eyes. She deserves to be spoken to with respect. She is not a plaything. She is not a sex object. She is a human being with a heart. She just happens to be looking for something to fulfill her other than love.

The girl who tells you she does not want anything serious is not trying to challenge you. She is not hoping you will show up at her front stoop in the middle of the night with a bouquet of roses and a mix tape in her honor. She does not want you to play the role of the knight who saves her because she doesn’t need saving. She doesn’t need a relationship. If she tells you she is not looking for anything serious, the last thing she wants is for you to cross any boundaries. She does not want you to fight to change her mind about dating. She wants you to respect her decision. She wants you to understand where she is coming from or leave so she can find someone else who does.

The girl who tells you she does not want anything serious might change her mind when she meets the right person. She might realize settling down is not as scary when it’s with the right person. She might decide she is the relationship type after all. But she might not. She might mean it when she says she is happiest when she is single. She might prefer to work toward her career goals than reach meaningless relationship milestones. She might never change her mind about relationships. She might never get into a serious one. And no one should give her crap about it. TC mark


Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/holly-riordan/2019/01/what-you-should-know-about-the-girl-who-doesnt-want-anything-serious/

When I was in my twenties, the thing I wanted most in life was to be in a serious, committed relationship that would culminate in living with a man and a dog or two (or five). I bent over backward for fuckboys and guys who were way below my standards because I was so desperate to be loved and have someone else with whom to share my space and my time. And I managed to have a few relationships, but none that progressed to the point of living together. I don’t think I was actually ready for that step anyway, but I still wanted it SO badly.

Now that I’m in my thirties and I am emotionally ready for that cohabitation step, I’m not sure that I even want it. Because I was forced to be on my own for so long, I think my habits and preferences have deepened their roots so deeply inside of me that I find it hard to imagine a peaceful living situation with anyone other than myself and the ghost that lives inside of my apartment.

I may just be triggered by past traumas because I’ve managed to survive through some really heinous and uncomfortable living situations. When I was living in Chicago from ’06-‘08, I roomed with three other girls in a shit hole with one bathroom, no dishwasher, and the sounds of crackheads yelling and buses screeching underneath my second-floor window. Because I was twenty-two years old, I was, fortunately, able to manage my expectations. I was grateful to only be paying $500/month in rent and stayed at my boyfriend’s apartment the majority of the time anyway.

When I moved to Los Angeles right before 2009, I agreed to live with one girl who I didn’t know and a friend from college and her boyfriend, in a three bedroom townhouse. Living with couples is always a gamble, but the townhouse was so dope and brand new and would only cost me $675/month, so I signed the lease with zero hesitation. When my friend’s boyfriend turned out to be a Nazi commander who would send lengthy emails about crumbs left on the countertop that morning, I knew I had made a huge mistake. The final, petty straw was him telling me that I would need to cough up a couple more dollars for my share of the electric bill one month since I had turned the air conditioning down a degree or two at night before bed for like a week when the average temp was 115 degrees. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

Then I moved to West Hollywood to live in a very average, cookie cutter apartment with a girl I knew from Chicago. The building was chill and had a pool and I met some cool neighbors, so I was happy with that arrangement. Our coffee table was a plastic trunk covered with a decorative cloth and our dining room table was a card table, but whatevs! We made it work. After my friend from Chicago moved BACK to Chicago on the one year mark, I replaced her with a stranger that a girl from work had connected me with. That stranger turned out to be a very compatible roommate for me and we shared a couple blissful years together. On year three she came out of the closet and immediately moved her girlfriend into her bedroom. I loved only paying $600/month in rent again, but it wasn’t enough space for us and we also started having a cockroach problem, so we bounced. As if I hadn’t learned my lesson on living with a couple the first time, I signed a one year lease to live with the two of them in an upgraded apartment across Sunset Boulevard. They broke up about four months in, and the girlfriend slept in the living room until she found her own place.

After that tumultuous experience ended, I had finally scraped up enough cash to feel confident about living on my own in a tiny studio apartment and I’ve never looked back. I couldn’t believe how freeing it was to not have to feel intense anger every time the trash can was piled to the top with (not my) takeout boxes or see all of the dishes in the sink when the dishwasher was RIGHT FUCKING THERE. The only person who I had to hold accountable was myself, and it was such a dream. I kept my living quarters as clean or as dirty as I wanted and literally never ran out of paper towels because it was always my turn to buy them and I’m responsible af.

Having managed to survive through the years of sharing a space for so long I am now at the point in my life where I no longer want to make compromises and chore charts. And living with a boyfriend is certainly different than living with a roommate—it’s worse, in fact. Because not only do you have to share a space you have to, gasp, share a BED. I can barely manage to share a bed for a couple days a week, let alone for every night of my life (or until we break up).

My living habits have become more specific over time, sure, but my sleeping habits have become next level high maintenance. I think I speak for everyone when I say that as we get older it becomes harder and harder to fall asleep. Without the help of pills, and with the added stresses of our life/job/relationships, thrown in with a saggy mattress and a bad back, it’s a challenge to sleep through the night. When you add another body onto that saggy mattress whose body temperature could only be described as a fiery furnace, it’s damn near impossible to get comfortable. And if you’re anything like me, you need a fan turned on high to drown out the sounds of your ghost, pitch blackness so dark it’s like the inside of a coffin, and the thermostat turned to sixty-six degrees (sixty-four if you have company). If your partner doesn’t mesh well with all of your overnight needs and proclivities then you’re not going to want to sleep together very often. If I can’t get my required seven to eight hours of sleep a night I am an absolute nightmare to be around. And I don’t do well with caffeine so I’m just dragging myself through the day after a sleepover.

I understand that any living arrangement takes some time to get used to, and that there would be an adjustment period and that each person would need to be open-minded and flexible. Relationships take work and compromise in order to flourish. But the longer I live alone the longer I feel like maybe there is another solution to this situation, all of which require a high financial investment. Perhaps a king-sized bed would make sleeping together more enjoyable? Or maybe two separate beds in the same room? What about even sleeping in separate bedrooms? Or at least having a guest bedroom to escape to when one of us has to get up early? Or hell, what about separate apartments right next door to each other?! That sounds ideal! Also, I need my own bathroom so that I won’t get pissed about his pee all over the seat, and we would surely need to get a cleaning lady so that we didn’t fight about whose turn it was to clean the shower. That pretty much runs my tab up to unrealistic levels.

I like my peace, I like my quiet, I like my sanity. I’m OCD and have a routine in place that I’d very much like to not be fucked with. I’m really not jazzed about the idea of flipping my life upside but I’m also not jazzed about potentially being alone forever. I honestly just can’t win. There will (hopefully) come a day that I decide to stop being a stubborn, Scrooge-y asshole, but today is just not that day. TC mark


Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/lauren-skirvin/2019/01/im-getting-way-too-good-at-living-alone/

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Your signals are all over the place. I cannot tell whether it’s in my best interest to back off and let you have your space or whether I should continue bombarding you with texts and chasing you down.

You act different every other day. I cannot figure out what you want from me.

I’ll text you one day and you will give me a one-word answer, which makes me think you aren’t interested in dating me. It makes me think you have me listed low on your priority list. It makes me think I should give up on you.

Of course, texting you again is too tempting. I always end up doing it anyway. When you text back the next day, it’s like you are a completely different person. You are flirtatious. You are playful. You are all over me.

If you were consistent with your actions, I wouldn’t have a problem deciding what to do with you. If you were always evasive with me, I would walk away from you. I wouldn’t even bat an eye. I would decide I deserved better.

But you mix up your reactions. You are talkative one day and silent the next. I’m never sure whether I should take your weird moods as hints you aren’t interested — or whether I should give you another shot because people are complex and you might have been having a bad day and I should be more understanding of that fact.

I keep giving you the benefit of the doubt, but maybe you don’t deserve it. Maybe your actions are warning signs. Maybe they are red flags I should be searching for somebody else.

I could move on from you but I don’t want to move on from you. That is the problem. I’m not sure whether there is a chance we are going to get together eventually or whether I am wasting my time.

If you are interested in dating me, I would be happy to continue sending first texts and coming up with conversation starters. I would be happy to continue chasing after you.

On the other hand, if I knew you weren’t interested in dating me, I would give up. I would stop wasting my time with you. I would accept your decision.

The fact that I’m not sure which move is the right move has been driving me insane. I cannot figure out which road to take. I keep going back and forth, second guessing my decisions.

When should I stop chasing you? I’m not sure where the line is drawn between trying to impress you in the hopes you will date me and desperately seeking attention from someone who is never going to feel the same way. 

I’m not sure whether your name needs to be deleted from my phone or whether I should be sending another text to show you how much you mean to me. I’m not sure which move is the right move.

When should I stop chasing you? For all I know, maybe I should have stopped a long time ago. TC mark


Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/holly-riordan/2019/01/when-should-i-stop-chasing-you/

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