I kept your laugh as a bookmark in my story.
~ Pia, excerpt from If I Have You, I Still Have Hope
my high school graduation cap quote that still rings true
“What does love feel like, angel?”
“Well, it’s warm.”
“And it’s bright.”
“And sometimes, it takes you by surprise and breathing becomes the most difficult feat. Sometimes, you flush hot, and sometimes, just sometimes, it hurts too, a stubborn ache in your heart. Oh, but I’ve said enough.” Aziraphale looks down at his hands, then quietly, impossibly, he asks, “What, do you think it feels like?”
Crowley stills, thinking:
I imagine, that’s how I feel about you.
I love to gulp an ice cream before it melts. I love sitting by the balcony and stargazing. I love watching a full moon. I love looking at the sky adorned by faint moonlight. I love cakes. I love fighting for the last piece of cheesecake. I love watching the sky turn into pretty colors. I love watching rain drops falling on leaves. I love reading mystery novels. I love listening to pop and writing down poetry.
There are so many little things that makes life worth holding on to. Try finding happiness in these little things when life doesn't seem to treat you right. It'll pass. Hold on :)
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I always wondered why I never felt at home. No matter where I went or what I did, I could never find home. My soul searched far and wide, across the ocean, across the sky, across the universe and never found peace. I never felt at home until the very first time that I looked into your eyes, and my soul let out a sigh of relief. Sometimes, home is not a place, but just a pair of beautiful eyes and carry the beauty of a thousand stars in them.
Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #407
You cannot heal in the same environment that made you sick
If I could talk to you
The way I write of you
Would you understand my spiralling emotions,
That cage me to your devotion?
Would you see the context,
Behind every smile,
In every sonnet,
And every other writing style?
Would you be aware
That every crude remark or glare
Is a verse in my ode
That explains your perfections in every way
If what I write is what I say
Love poems will spill from my lips to you everyday
If I could talk to you, the way I write of you
Would my devotion be something you reciprocate?
Note: Hi Loves umm hope u like it. This was greatly inspired by @jordynhaiku
Word of the day: Philophobia
The fear of falling in love
// voices within //
I am shattered
Into a million pieces
None resemble me
I am disfigured
Like living out of context
There is no link
Between this story and the next
Only a lingering paragraph
Waiting to be ended abruptly
By something collateral
Like a fire that swallows whole
And finally silences
The voices within
I'm nowhere near where I want to be
But I'm also no longer where I used to be
I'm no longer a mess,
lost in my own mind,
hurting and tripping over the shattered pieces of my heart
I'm not yet where I want to be,
But I came a long way from where I used to be
new year, old issues
“I want to teach flowers how to grow in the caverns of my limbs. I want to stop letting every flame and flicker turn into a wildfire. I want to learn how to breathe without blowing entire civilizations away. I want to just lurk quietly on the surface of the golden dawn.”
-m.n. | “I’ve been setting myself on fire, since I was born.”
I was told love should be unconditional. That’s the rule, everyone says so. But if love has no boundaries, no limits, no conditions, why should anyone try to do the right thing ever? If I know I am loved no matter what, where is the challenge?
— Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
I'm having a generation gap with the people of my own age and my own generation.
You’re still here. You’re still here despite the darkness that has engulfed you. You’re still here despite not being able to envision a future where you’re happily living and not just surviving. You’re still here despite the number of bridges you had to burn down. You’re still here despite every tear filled night. Continue to fight every battle in you to stay here. Be gentle with yourself. Give yourself more credit! You deserve it.
If I was drunk I'd have
an excuse to call
but I'm not so
I'll just stare at your
name in my address book
and wish I was
better at feeling