(Source: ohquietthrills)
I don’t know but somewhere that’s not here. Somewhere where I won’t know that we just forget people and that’s the end of it. Somewhere I’ll think that I’ll hang onto people forever, because they’re worth hanging onto. A place where I can feel my ache and not feel sorry for it. Where I can think that I have it because someone gave it to me, and that means that person is real, and I know them, and I wish that they were with me. Because that feeling means that people exist and are good, and that’s what keeps me alive.
by: strokeofthought
It is not a matter of who gets there first, or who has the longest history or who is kinder or better. It is a matter of timing, perfect in some ways, imperfect in others; that brings us to where we are today. A million of me pass through this highway at different times of the day, different years too. Sometimes I say I am too late or too early and bemoan about the mistiming of events but then, I wonder just how many deaths that I have avoided just by leaving one minute early or two hours later than I am supposed to.
A girl from Burma and a boy from Missouri met up in Illinois, on the last day of school; what are the odds of that? One semester late or three inches taller for the girl, this chance meeting would never happen. (He helped her put away the flasks and test tubes, pipettes and graduated cylinders to the top shelf in the Organic Chemistry lab.) Two children would not have been born and brought to this world. That is one shade of me, one reflection, one self that passed through time as if it were destined to. On one fateful night in the cold of December, one of me stumbled upon one of you, and you made such an impression to that December me. I was spellbound under the wondrous winter magic and hooked on you ever since.
What about the other ten thousand me, who never took a look at your sweet face, who never bothered to pass through the halls of an old building where we met, who never stepped outside the plane in the morning of that fateful Spring? The other me probably never followed links or went to your site. She probably never caught your eyes for you to be here at this moment. She never thought of writing day after day, never took interest in exploring mindless intricate never ending emotions. She never found you, and you never knew her. And this world will be just as nice or miserable even without my presence. You are probably neither better or worse off either way.
Sometimes, I see the other ten thousand me, and ponder about their lives; maybe, all of us will end up in the same final spot one day but then, maybe not. The other versions of me flies through in space and time, some die young, some grow old, some go through their lives alone, some marry the love of their lives, some have wild passionate affairs with guys half their age (plus seven, perhaps, just to make it “decent”), some are teachers, some are doctors, or researchers, perhaps a couple are great writers, and out of all weaving the web of life, surely, there is at least one who is living her dreams.
Author: awoolham
I have a tendency to always say this when someone apologizes to me. even when it’s not okay, i still say it. Why? Because I don’t want to push the situation any further. I don’t want to make it worse than it has to be. But you know what? It’s not okay. What you did, it’s not okay and I’m not going to pretend that it is anymore. I know that sometimes it’s best to forgive and forget but sometimes, maybe it’s best to just forget.
Go ahead, text him first - he might be checking his phone, waiting for you. Stare into the eyes of the guy you like - memorize the color. Turn on your iPod and run as far as you can. Say hi to a stranger - you never know what they’ll become for you. Have a mental health day - you know you need it. Don’t go on facebook for a day and see what you can accomplish. Give money to a charity, your good karma will come around eventually. Sneak out, you might get caught, but it’ll be 100% worth it. Tell that one person that you like them, what’s the worst that can happen? He doesn’t like you back? Then he doesn’t deserve you anyways, right? Treat yourself to something indulgent, you deserve it. Smile at a stranger, it could make their day. Wink, it’s sexy and makes you feel confident. After all, you are pretty hot. Go for somebody who is totally wrong for you, they may not be totally wrong after all. Stand up for yourself, because if you don’t, who will. Moral of the story is, YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE.
I think everyone at some point, goes through that one moment where they think “my God, I can’t do this”. But you know what? You can. No matter how close you are to the edge, no matter how badly you feel like giving up, or think it’s best to do so rather than have to put up with the pain - don’t. Don’t lose hope that things will get better. Don’t give up, because there is someone out there who will make you smile in a way no one else ever could. Keep that glimmer of hope alive in your heart, because someone is out there searching for your smile. So wipe your tears and keep your head held high.
To all of you who are having any sense of self-doubt
You are beautiful, each and every one of you. don’t let anybody get you down. You deserve to be respected, to be trusted, to be loved. well all have those things that we can pick out about ourselves that we just hate. “My legs are huge” or “my hair is too frizzy”. But for every negative thing you think about yourself, I’m sure you can easily match with something positive. Everybody out there has something special, unique about them that makes them irresistible. Sooner or later, you will learn that you are lucky to be you. Embrace who you are. Be grateful for what you do have. Don’t waste time running from the person you are. Focus on becoming the person you want to be. We all have potential to be somebody great. We can change lives if we want to. All you have to do is believe in yourself. Don’t put up with other people’s negativity, and don’t give in to their put-downs. If somebody doesn’t like you, then that’s their loss. Girls these days are too hung up on looks and weight and the boys that don’t like them. Be who you are. Do what you like to do. Eventually you’ll find somebody who appreciates all of that and will love you. Have faith in yourself. That’s all there is to do…
I’m not sure about much and I always struggle to explain the way I feel. I don’t open up to anyone and I keep my heart locked away. But somehow you made it leap out of my chest. Somehow you get me to tell you my deepest, darkest secrets. And somehow I might have fallen in love with you.
I can hear the sad memories still haunting you as they do to me. Come back to me, love, come back and make the monsters under my bed go away, make the skeletons in my closet disappear. Take their place as the terror in my heart because I’m so afraid of how I feel for you, but I’m even more afraid to let it go when I know that this is meant to last. Come back and make the movies stop playing in my head. Come back and be mine to hold once again.
Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it’s the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved - a piece no future lover could ever get, no matter what. That piece holds innocence - the belief that love really can last forever. It holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you’ll never forget and that night under the stars that you can never get back. It holds youth and everything you thought love could be. Everything that was proven wrong.
I feel so powerless. I’ve got to stop it somehow. Oh come on, what can I do? Why’s it happening? How’s it happening without me? Why’s it happening? How’s it happening that he feels it without me?
Happiness is a mood and a condition
This goes out to all of the people who have been broken but have been strong enough to let go. For the people who have hurt so badly that they felt they could never love again, but kept their head up. For those who feel like going back to their old lover would put all the pieces back where they belong and everything would fit, but accept the cold hard truth instead. For the people that learn from their mistakes and never stop moving forward, even when they take two steps back. For the people that wish loneliness wasn’t a part of them, but put up with it anyhow. For the people that are okay with taking up all of the room in the bed, even if sometimes it feels a little empty. For the people who wake up in the morning with no missed calls, but smile anyway. For the people that periodically miss the past, but are so much more excited for the future. For the people that have wounds still healing. For the people that have so much tied to their past relationship, but break those chains to start fresh. For the people that want to look back so badly, but focus on the road ahead. For the people that pick up the phone so tempted to call, but keep their dignity in tact instead. For the people that never wanted to let go, but had to. For the people that still believe in love even after all of the hurt their heart has endured. For all the people that gave up not because they were weak, but because most times it’s better just to let go. We’ll get our happy ending someday.
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