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The universe was made, just to be seen by your eyes
“It’s sad, isn’t it? You grow up thinking that love is some wonderful force that will somehow fix everything wrong in the world. You were taught fairytales and happily ever after’s and about princes and princesses. But no one ever told you that love hurts more often than not. No one tells you the pain of unrequited love or the crying at three in the morning, wondering why you weren’t enough. No one told you the harsh reality of letting go when all you wanted to do was hold on. No one told you the absolute torture of watching someone slowly fall out of love with you. Because no one wants to admit that something that was thought to be so beautiful could go so wrong.”

I had a vision, I was the body of a spider, only the body, and each of my legs was a representation of different aspects of my life, family, friends, work, love, relations, home, all that I love and all that is part of me, making me whole; I need all my legs. I can manage if one were to go missing, but I would walk funny, and I want all my legs, strong and supportive of me and my greater purpose. I craft my web carefully, with care and love. Sometimes a strong wind, or a playful child, will destroy my web but that’s ok, those are my lessons, and spiders will always vigilantly rebuild. Maybe in the same place, maybe somewhere else deemed safer, perhaps just a few inches away from the last web. This is comforting to me as I gather my silk, building my web bigger and stronger, with careful intention.

“I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.”

— Stephen Chbosky

“I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.”

— Jonathan Carroll (via thegoodvybe)

“Let me ask you something, please; describe me.”

“You are a closed book, placed inside a giant library; people look at you in awe, contemplating about the secrets you might hold within you, yet they are never able to open you, for often you are beyond their reach and even if they somehow get their hands on you, they simply do not know how to open you, because you are not like the other books.”

- DG (Conversations inside my head)