i'll breathe some life into it

You wish that things will eventually get better. You hope that one day you’re not that sad anymore. But sweetheart, listen, you can’t just lay in bed or stay in your room all day while hoping things will get better just like that.

Honey, you need to put some effort to make it happen.

Dress up, go to the park, breathe some fresh air, look at the pretty flowers, catch the butterflies. Let your inner you feel free from after all this time locking yourself away.

Dress up, go to the library, pick a novel, spend hours there, bring your brain to places, let the words inspire you. Let your minds be free after being stressed all these time.

Dress up, go out there, this big bad world isn’t that big bad after all if you find something good for you in it. Let yourself free in this big bad world. Distract yourself from the sadness you’ve tangled to, let go of the things that’ll let you down, spread that beautiful smile of yours, give your eyes a break from flowing tears by seeing new beautiful things.

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Give yourself a break honey, you’ve been through a lot. You deserve so much in this world (sitiiiinrhlz)

Originally posted by lazypacific

Some nights we said nothing. Just listening to our silence. Just listening to the weird beat of our hearts because sometimes mine beats faster and sometimes yours beats faster. And I like it. Just you and me cuddling in bed. You are mine. And I am yours. And I am sure that if we can do absolutely nothing together aside from just simply being happy with breathing and existing together. Then I’m sure that nothing in this world can separate us from each other.
—  Juansen Dizon // Nothing
You’re only able to love someone so much till they let you down. During this time, it’s so hard to breathe but honey you will pick yourself up and move on. He or she is not the sun. Life does not revolve around them. All that matters is you, and you’re going to do some amazing things with new friends and you’re going to make amazing memories without them. Trust me, I’ve had my heart broken, I thought it was the end of me but it was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life. You will get better, you will get over them, not completely but enough to hear their name and not burst into tears. Honey they don’t deserve you. Why would a pretty face like yours, cry for someone like them?
—  365 Days of Excerpts//Day 20-realization
I used to hope that we’d find each other later in life, but now my dearest hope is that you just find a way to breathe and laugh and love and live without this burden bearing down on your chest. There was a time in my life when I wanted to be by your side while you do all of that and more, but now I know that some people come into your life because they have something to teach you. And sometimes they come into your life, because they need something only you can give them. So I give you my faith in humanity, my hope for your future, my unconditional love, and my gratitude for life’s little miracles. Most of all, I give you the courage to try. Use my gifts well and live with childlike curiosity in your eyes and excitement bubbling in your fingertips. Maybe one day our paths will cross, and the timing will be right. But until then, live brightly and love brilliantly - that is all I could ever ask.
—  L.A.L. 
Missing him comes in waves. Some days I’m okay and other days I'm knocked over breathless, drowning in memories of him. Things he did, things he said. He was my life jacket so when he was there, it was easy to survive but now that he’s gone, every breath takes more work than it’s worth, yet here I am in the middle of an ocean filled with memories waiting for the day when it will be our time. When he will be the life jacket that rescues me and I get to rescue him right back.
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Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #280

02/16/2016

10:10 am

The thing is the sky is still the sky without you, the stars shine the same way, the sun still rises every morning and the moon kisses me goodnight. On some days I feel like I can’t go on, but then I notice these small things that make life beautiful and the tightness in my chest eases until I can breathe again. Until I have enough strength to remind myself that the scent of roses hasn’t changed, that a big mug of hot chocolate still offers the biggest comfort in the world, that the grass is still green and that the entire universe is still the same, as mysterious and as vast as it was before you came into my life. And it won’t change because you decided to leave. Nothing will.
—  You’re gone and somehow everything is still the same - and it makes moving on so much easier.
n.j.
A human life is a collection of stories, and we are all authors. We write and we write from the moment we are born until we take our last breath, hoping and praying that we won’t just become another book on a shelf. Some of our stories are long and grand and scrawled out in large, grandiose letters for the whole world to see, while some are small notes tucked between pages that tell of stolen glances and kisses on cheeks. Some have covers made of sunshine and gold, but whose words create storms inside our minds and tear out our hearts as easily as a page; some are held together by paper clips and tape and fashion beautiful stories that are barely sweet whispers and unheard melodies in the symphony of life. The human world is made up of stories, and we are all writers that use different letters to construct different narratives, yet we all have the same goal: for someone to hear our shout in the void and decide that our story is worth reading, maybe even worth telling. So the way I see it, you can spend your life waiting for an adventure to carry you off with the current, or you can pick up a pen and write one for yourself, and never stop writing for a single moment.
—  Keep Writing Stories
  • me: *takes a deep breath*
  • me: i lo-
  • anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love Sam Vimes, we know, you love Sam Vimes so much, he's the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love Sam Vimes, we KNOW, you love Sam Vimes you fucking love Sam Vimes ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE SAM VIMES. WE GET IT.

So… I don’t know how these things work here? First post I’m making on my own, yay!
I guess some of you will have seen this picture already, Bilbo’s Birthday by breath-art on DeviantArt. So… I’ve decided to cross-stitch it. 🙌
On to the project:
100x80 cm on ct11 Aida (there’s no Aida with a different count where I live).
144k stitches total, started on Feb 7 this year.
I’ll be posting the progress pictures here as a way to keep myself motivated because THIS. IS. HUGE. and probably will take me more than a year to finish.
I’m a beginner cross-stitcher too so probably my technique will evolve as time goes on as well. I am glad to accept tips and corrections!

I’ve made friends with poets and I’ve fallen for some writers. I’ve held hands with flowers and no sooner than a minute did I find out about how long it would take until I realized that I was just few. I’ve hung myself down those ceiling fans because the thoughts of people we can’t have comes to life at night and I can’t breathe if you’re hanging onto my lungs for dear life. I’ve seen death wear his hoody with a cigarette on his creaking lips and smiled with his broken teeth and I’ve seen those same hands touch my skin with razor blades. I never intended to be this way, but I saw my own mortality when I saw my first pet die and it wasn’t a fish, so you can’t just flush it away. No, we couldn’t just flush her away… We had to bury her. We had to mourn her. I held her in my arms with my tears trying to hydrate her last breaths. I felt her soul leave this planet and I could swear animals at that point had more heart than any human because when death came, I saw her wag her tail and fade away. A distant memory, who would’ve known… A dog is more human than a human. I’ve made friends with animals who have never left my side once. I’ve given strays and close to death kittens a home because I’m also a stray of my own. I’ve made friends with you, dear flower thief, you’ve stolen flowers from my gardens and I just wanted you to feel loved today. I know sadness isn’t happy, but I think letting go of this anger is. I’m not mad anymore. I’m exhausted from being this angry.

I want to smile again.

—  The girl who steals red roses and safely keeps them away from the cruel, cruel and cold world.

Day 11 of Embrace the ugly.jpeg . I dunno anymore.😅 Looking through all the images that I have posted so far, none can match this one. It looks like some kind of weird tentacle alien. 😂

Life has been really hard lately, sometimes it helps to escape somewhere. Take a deep breath, jump into nowhere. Make a leap of faith and know that there’s nothing to fear. Cause I’m not scared of living.

People always say life would be miserable after breakup. That it would be harder to live and breathe. Maybe at some, but for me? It’s one of the best things that happened. It opened new doors and opportunities for me, I learned to appreciate life outside the circle. I can breathe again. Freely. It was tough, I’ve gone through endless dramas, night full of tears and loneliness. Yes, I do miss her, our relationship before and a part of me wants her back, but I think it’s the best for us. To grow together and fall apart. Maybe fate has a different story to tell and it doesn’t want to work things out for us. I was happy with her, I can’t deny it. It was one of the best years of my life, but now that we’re gone, I should learn how to live by myself again. Dwelling won’t help me so I stood up and take the risk to look at the other side. I never knew that life can be like this. I’m happy for what our relationship went through. I’m happy for her and I’m happy for myself.