“Honesty is a very expensive gift, Don’t expect it from cheap people.”
— Warren Buffett
Source: quotemadness.com
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my grandma told me something yesterday that pretty much changed my outlook on life. we were having dinner and talking about my future, and how all of my friends seem to be doing so much better than i am, and she looked at me and said “hey, if we all had the same path in life the road would be too crowded” and i haven’t stopped thinking about that since.
Love isn’t the flutter in your heart, or the sweaty palms. Love is when you’ve finally found the one person(or person’s, because this can happen many times, really) who actually understands you and you understand them completely. Love isn’t overlooking their flaws, but loving them despite those flaws. Love is wanting to see the person grow, whether or not you’re in their life and you just can’t comprehend how somebody could dislike this person, this orthodox of interests and beliefs all wrapped up in somebody who you see to be beautiful yet you can still appreciate the beauty of others yet you wouldn’t give them up for the world and even though you don’t have the world, you want to give this person the world and you can’t help but hope they would want the same for you but at the same time you would understand if they didn’t, because you still want to give them everythint. Love is finding the person or persons you really click with despite any differences, your confidant, and your best friend
“Maybe you weren’t the one for me, but deep down I wanted you to be.”
— Khalid; Coaster
You deserve someone who wants to give you a fucking text back, y’know? Someone who wants you, only you, and makes you feel wanted. Someone who can’t help but message you first thing in the morning when the sun light is slow-dancing through the curtain, and they’re barely waking. Someone who wants to spend their drunken Friday nights with you, but also their lazy lemonade Sundays. Someone who holds their one-person umbrella right above you when it’s bucketing down, so that you’re sheltered, even if it means they get soaked through. You deserve someone who thinks of you, often. Someone who calls you on the phone at the end of a long day, because they want to hear the sound of your voice before they drift off into slumber. Someone who makes plans with you on a Tuesday evening, because the weekend is just too far away, and who cares if we have to go to work the next day. Someone who says definitely, not maybe, and follows through. You deserve to hear a song on the radio that makes you melt on the inside at the mere thought of this someone. Someone who could watch you sleeping for hours at a time, and be perfectly content in the grace and stillness of that moment. Someone who steals a cheeky kiss when you’re mid-sentence and least expecting to find their lips. Someone who will happily pig out on pizza with you in bed, and not judge the sweatpants & top knot look you’re sporting. Someone who is just that into you. You deserve someone who challenges the both of you constantly; someone who makes you strive to be better each day, because they’re trying to be better too. Someone you can count on to stick around when the shit hits the fan, which it will. Someone who chooses to lift you up, always. You deserve magic, and fireworks, and confetti canons exploding in your clear blue skies. You deserve someone who will always be careful with your heart, because they know just how fragile it already was before they held it. Someone who’s heart aches whenever yours does. Someone who wakes up next to you each day feeling like they’ve hit the jackpot, over and over again, and thinking what on earth did they do in their past life to be so damn lucky. You deserve someone’s complete attention. Someone who looks at you, and I mean really sees you, and all of the beauty you hold. You deserve to be someone’s first choice. Someone’s best friend. Someone’s partner in crime. Someone’s everything. You deserve to be loved; and loved extraordinarily well. And to be told that you are loved, every single day
– Thought Catalog
Do you ever just listen to an old favorite song really loud in your headphones while staring at a skyline and fall in love with the world and your life and the person you’ve become even if things aren’t actually going well for you at that particular moment? Because it’s surreal and it’s empowering and I think it’s bliss.
If it turns out that we were only a temporary fire, I’ll still thank fate every day that I burned for you and you for me, and I’ll sleep in our ashes every night.
It was different with you, I fell harder than ever.
Alice Leigh, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
u can sit on my lap or my face, idc just as long as ur comfy
there’s something to be said for people who genuinely make you feel safer. even if they’re far away from you, their existence is so calming and beautiful, that it makes everything seem better somehow.
