It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that’s dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It’s so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can’t say the things you want to.”
— Henry Rollins
“It’s just one of those days where I just want to disappear, to get away from everything. Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.”
There is stark difference between letting go and giving up. One is an act of heroism and unconditional love. The other is an act of cowardice and love that was never enough to begin with.
Finally!Yes, it is a joyous moment that I just had to take pictures with it just after getting it. Absolutely loving every kiss of it. Oh my British Red. Like as if it wasn't meant to be. You are one of my hearts now. Wonder if you'll look good in smeared lip prints. I'll be on you like the speed of light squared on matter to make energy. Winks. So, Shall we?
Printing lips for my love.
Do you know the world population? You said that there would be a chance. But there are so many people in the world. What are the odds of these lines intersecting? Perhaps they might get parallel, or maybe not even maybe. Waiting is never fun. It can be exciting if you know how to spend that time, but guessing is never fun. Not having an exact answer is like being in outer space without an astronaut suit on. Breathing is so vague there, taking in anything could just mean that it would be your last; deadly. However not would just be sheer suffocation. There's barely enough air left. Please. Gasping.
“In sixty-five more years, when your body is tired and weary from age
and you don’t got the strength to walk the stairs up to our room,
I’ll pick you up and carry you to bed with me.Cause I will always love you, as simple as that sounds.”
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
“She didn’t belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that’s why she liked him— because he just thought she was crazy.”
| —C. JoyBell C. |
“Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you. In the first place, if they had better things going on in their lives, they wouldn’t have the time to sit around and talk about you. What’s important to me is not others’ opinions of me, but what’s important to me is my opinion of myself.”
| — | C. JoyBell C. |
Today; not tomorrow, even if it's already pass 12.01am as she has not awoken yet, was rather weird. You surprisingly did not come to mind, even your picture, not even your words. I guess this is an improvement. Nothing was felt. However this scares her, has she lost all contact of feelings within her, again? It is funny how she never did wanted to feel this way ever again when she got this very same feeling the last time, but the pain inside, was a little too unbearable for her fragile structure to endure that it went to the only mode possible. In every aspect of her life which she has shared and opened up to you, it is in all these aspects that you come haunting; both day and night.
Even behind curtains where she tries to wash the pain away, scrub these scars so that no one else could see them, ever hoping that they would just fade or have new skin patch it up, you just seem to creep in like the shadow. The shadow that you are, never to be spotted in darkness. Yet when there's a glimpse of little light, you show up, hoping to continue your scripted play.
The characters you made up, were all so convincing that they would win all the Grammy of the year and even years to come. To you, it was a true story being played on stage. It was your stand where you would direct as you like, conduct with any other talented masterpiece, just to have your own chef-d'oeuvre. Without knowledge or consideration, to be exact, of others. The price to pay. Trampling over those you thought were mere puppets for your entertainment. Waltzing marionette, blinded and binded who abide by your words. Binded with such wizardry whom none would want this master if not for it. Strings as they call it, the devil's play.
"C'est la vie," one would say, and "ce qui se passe autour de revient autour de" too.
Anyone who thinks they're important is usually just a pompous moron who can't deal with his or her own pathetic insignificance and the fact that what they do is meaningless and inconsequential.
- John, Tan Wan An.
"Isn’t it funny, how from year to year you don’t see much of a change in yourself, physical or emotional, then suddenly you look back and you are a different person. It’s like watching the hour hand on a clock, you don’t really see it move, but it’s changing all the time."
Dear Future Boyfriend,
I hope that you love me the way I am. No matter how life changes us that our love will remain true.Life is tough and its take two to make things work. i know you will treat me with tender and affection that comes from your love for me..not out all of commitment and responsibilty. I know I can be a good companion and girlfriend to you. I rarely get jealous and thanks to that person who managed to make me control my temper, I’m an even great girlfriend now.Its anyones loss to leave me and you are lucky to have me in your life. Now its time for us to build our memories which i’m sure will last forever.
Love,Me
“Don’t lose who you are, in the blur of the stars.
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It’s okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it’s hard, to follow your heart.
Tears don’t mean you’re losing, everybody’s bruising, just be true to who you are.Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing, It’s okay not to be okay.Sometimes it’s hard, to follow your heart. Tears don’t mean you’re losing, everybody’s bruising, just be true to who you are.”
| — | Jessie J, Who You Are. |
“A wonderful realization will be the day you realize that you are unique in all the world. There is nothing that is an accident. You are a special combination for a purpose — and don’t let them tell you otherwise, even if they tell you that purpose is an illusion. (Live an illusion if you have to). You are that combination so that you can do what is essential for you to do. Don’t ever believe that you have nothing to contribute. The world is an incredibly unfulfilled tapestry. And only you can fulfill that tiny space that is yours.”
| — | Leo Buscaglia |
“It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them—and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on—this desperate need—and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.”
| — | Madeleine L’Engle |
Date a girl who writes. A girl who can spin an entire universe with a few select words. Date a girl who knows what to say, who knows what to write. She will always tell you the sweetest things because she knows what tickles the heart of man.
Choose a girl who reads. She knows what Romeo will say at the feet of his presumably dead Juliet. She knows what happens after Voldemort gets the Elder Wand. Date a girl who reads, because she has read enough books to understand the inner struggle of people.
See that girl whose pen is always in her hand? That’s the girl. She would always want to write when a thought comes into her head. It frustrates her when there’s no pen and paper in sight- it scares her that the ideas forming in her head will be lost forever. Hand her one. Make her smile because you knew what she needs all the time.
Tell her stories. She would always love to hear one, because that fuels her imagination. Give her good books and talk endlessly about them. She appreciates that kind of guy- a guy who actually reads. That’s what intrigues her the most, and believe it or not, she falls for a boy who is different from the typical ones who aim for the sexy, hot girls.
Ask her about her favorite ships. Does she like Dramione, or Romione? Ask her why, and if she’s written fanfics about them. Watch her explain why you should agree with her, her hands flying up and down in an effort to emphasize, her eyes pleading. She likes nothing better than having someone side with her.
Hold her hand. Hug her close to your chest. She loves those kinds of contacts, because she would always remember those love stories she had written about, and she will begin to realize that she was meant to experience the same fairytale story she so longed for before.
Message her sweet quotes. She loves reading them as much as she loves writing them. She will write that down in her journal and stow it away safely, another story forming in her head wherein your quote will fit in nicely.
Give her notebooks. That always puts a smile on her face, because she loves nothing better than filling up the hours by writing idly. She may not finish an entire novel, or end up tearing each page in frustration, but she will always treasure that.
Tell her you love her in the most memorable way you can. Tell her you love her in as many languages you can. Because she is literate, and she will understand what you say. Say the words, “I love you”, in the softest way you can and give her a kiss in the forehead, because a girl who writes will always prefer that to a torrid kiss.
Date a girl who writes because she’s worth it. She will always know what to say, because she had written about them. She will know what to say when you tell her you love her, and she will know what to say when you propose to her. Date a girl who writes because you both deserve to live in another universe, in another life, which the both of you will write together.
| — | Louis de Bernieres |
I can tell that you still love her.
When you speak of her, your eyes are full of love.
Your smile feels as though it has flown over there and your lips touching hers.
Your expression is a dead give away.
Don't lie to me by saying that you don't.
I can't believe she has foolishly fell for those words.
Maybe you are over that her.
But I can feel that your heart's not here with this.
In words you may say.
In music you may play.
But is it true, I honestly can't tell.
I'm afraid I dare not believe anymore.
I knew she was walking the plank,
even with those blind folds on,
why do I feel like this has happened before.
Wait, it has.
It always has been like this.
She constantly waltz into a pit of pain.
She always saw it coming,
yet she still fell for it.
Can she start having phobia as well.
Yes, please immediately already.
No therapy, please.
“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, when you say that you love me too.”
| —William Shakespeare |
Dear Cupid,
Thank you for all your work of making people fall in love which has happened for centuries and millenniums now. Well, here's a little thought. Perhaps you should work harder on your aiming skills and quit hitting people in the eyes. 'Love is blind,' seriously Cupid please work on it. We would actually like to see what we're getting ourselves into. It also works both ways especially when we see our loved ones with some jerk, we would seriously want them to see it too. At least let us dance with our eyes open and not waltzing blindly into a hole.
Sincerely;Everyone who has waltzed into a hole.
Word of advise:
"Be more eloquent with your feelings towards the guy that you would come to love.Keeping everything pent up is not good for you.And if he is one that loves you.The darkness drives people insane."
"I've been locked inside your heartshaped box for weeks."
