“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”—(via makemehappy)
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up..
It has it’s beautiful and ugly moments. Journeys that have no specific destination in sight. Wishing upon stars for miracles that will never come true. Holding onto whatever hope you have left just to get by. People running away from who they really are and what they want to become get lost in translation; nameless faces, brilliant places… they will be seen someday. Even if it’s not this day, something worth writing a book about will happen and when it does, you’ll be ready with open arms.
Late nights shared between two people; two souls. Time has stopped; Spoken words are exchanged. Nothing happens, unfortunately; let’s change that. Hold me close, your body against mine; pleasure is what they call it. Attraction is the name of the game we play; Gentle touches lead to soft kisses. Soft kisses leading to a lot more than what was planned. The rest of the night is spent in each other’s arms, holding and caressing. Playing with the soft locks of my hair; I look into your eyes that scream of wanting. You look back with a halfway smile while you grab my hand and hold it close to your heart. It actually beats; you’re human after all. Smile is all I’m capable of doing. It’s all I ever wanted do whenever I was around you. Slowly I start to close my eyes and drift off to sleep in hopes that you’ll be there in the morning when I wake up, with my hand still at your heart feeling it beat against my hand.
Have you ever tried giving yourself to another person? Feels odd, doesn’t it? There’s this excitement tingling in your fingers, but fear creeps up your back. Somehow or other, we’re just never able to fully surrender. There’s always this little bit of us that we hold dear to our hearts, never letting go. I don’t have to ask, “Why can’t we just give ourselves away” because the answer is too simple. We’re human. We’re selfish.
Someone once told me, Never give more of yourself than the other person. It kept me wondering all night. How do we measure something only tangible by the heart? Do we make a list? “Times He Stood For Me vs. Times I Stood For Him”? How is it possible that one person can love another, yet set down rules and guidelines to prevent hurt?
The way I see it, hurt is inevitable. You could try to avoid it, suppress it, plan your day around your horoscope readings and love another person based on set rules. But really, you’re not avoiding it. You’re avoiding you. Pain is good sometimes. It teaches us to feel the entire spectrum of emotions. That we are then better able to appreciate joy.
“no one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. hatred is learnt. and if people can be taught to hate, they can be taught to love. because love comes more naturally.”—nelson mandela (via teabagsonthepavement)
you were happy once; you were sunshine and smiles and a brightness that radiated. you may be cloudy now, you may not want to sing. you may just want to fold inside of yourself, on the oldest couch you can find, by the biggest window, and watch it rain. you used to find that little things made you happy; now you can’t even find the big things. somehow, along the way, you lost yourself. one foot in front of the other, sweetheart, and you will find your way back.
“It’s like there’s this person that you want to be for other people… To make them happy and make them proud of you. And then there’s yourself. Sometimes it’s really hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.”—Dawson’s Creek (via littlemiss)
“To let go isn’t to forget, not to think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn’t about winning or losing. It’s not about pride and it’s not about how you appear, and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness. It’s not about giving in or giving up. Letting go isn’t about loss and it’s not about defeat. To let go is to cherish the memories, but to overcome and move on. It is having an open mind confidence in the future. Letting go is learning and experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry, and made you grow. It’s about all that you have, all that you had, and all that you will soon gain. Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It is realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and set yourself free.”—Unknown (via littlemiss)
“All of us wear masks. They can be worn out of love and the desire to remain close to those around us, to spare them from the complicated reality of our frayed psyches. We trade honesty for companionship, and in the process never truly know the hearts closest to us.”—Sarah Connor (TV) (via whokilled) (via neverreallyready) (via pretty-bird) (via tuesdayslove) (via poignant)
Just for future reference, don’t use words like “love” anymore. It’s a very sensitive word and it wears out quickly. Romeo barely says it, but John Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To put it into your terms, it’s a currency that’s easily devalued. Pretty soon you’re saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave. It turns into an apology. Then it’s an excuse. Some assholes want it to be a bulletproof vest: don’t hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means - more. More, more - give me something more. A couple of years from now, when you’re on your own completely, if you really fall in love, if it really comes to that - and I pity you if it does - you have to look right down into the black of her eyes, right down into the emptiness in there and feel everything, absolutely everything she needs and you have to be willing to drown in it, Kevin. You’d have to want to be crushed, buried alive. Because that’s what real love feels like - choking. They used to bury some women in their wedding dresses, you know. I thought it was because all those husbands were too cheap to spring for another gown, but now it makes sense: love is your first foot in the grave. That’s why the second most abused word is “forever.”
“A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really… ”Do the stars gaze back?” Now *that’s* a question.”—Stardust (via outandabout)
“# Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile. # Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. # Sleep for 7 hours # Live with the 3 E’s — Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy. # Play more games. # Read more books than you did the previous year. # Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives. # Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6. # Dream more while you are awake. # Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. # Drink plenty of water. # Try to make at least three people smile each day. # Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip. # Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness. # Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. # Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime. # Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. # Smile and laugh more. # Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others. # Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does. # You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. # Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present. # Don’t compare your life to others’. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don’t compare your partner with others. # No one is in charge of your happiness except you. # Forgive everyone for everything. # What other people think of you is none of your business. # However good or bad a situation is, it will change. # Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. # Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful. (I’m trying really hard to do this.) # Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. # The best is yet to come. # No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. # Do the right thing! # Call your family often. # Your inner most is always happy. So be happy. # Each day give something good to others. # Don’t over do. Keep your limits.”—flour, honey and milk (via lolila) (via stirringofbirds) (via unicornology) (via outandabout)
I wish you could have been there for the sun & the rain & the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing & crying & remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there.
you have to wait for the someone who sees you. and i mean really, truly sees you. sees all your quirks and your flaws and the cracks in your facade and still loves you and gives you records and maybe goes to the park with you on sundays to sit on the swings. listen- this person will find you. but you have to wait. that’s the important distinction there. they will find you. so live your life, and be happy, and stop looking all the time.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. there’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. you can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. we can make the best or the worst of it. i hope you make the best of it. and i hope you see things that startle you. i hope you feel things you never felt before. i hope you meet people with a different point of view. i hope you live a life you’re proud of. if you find that you’re not, i hope you have the strength to start all over again.
I believe that as soon as we commit something to memory it becomes distorted. Each time we encounter that memory, it will be different, depending on where we are with our emotions and thoughts at that moment in our lives.