love that quote so much though

We live in a chaotic world where it’s difficult to understand the rules. Because why are some people poor and other people rich? Why do some people have to be refugees, while others are safe? Why are some people spit on on the street? And why is it that sometimes, even though you try to do something good, it’s still met with hate? It’s not weird that people give up. That they stop believing in the good. But thank you so much for not giving up, Sana. Because even though it sometimes feels like it, no one’s ever alone. Each and every one of us is a part of the big chaos. And what you do today, has an effect tomorrow. It can be hard to say, exactly what kind of effect. And you usually can’t see how everything fits together. But the effects of your actions, are always there, somewhere in the chaos. In a hundred years, we may have machines that can predict the effect of every action, but until then, we can trust this:
Fear spreads. But..
But fortunately, love does too.
—  Jonas, Skam 4x10 final speech

“Just friends” but you’re still the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen

“Just friends” but I find myself reminiscing our first kiss way more often that I should

“Just friends” but even as I’m writing this I’m sitting on a bench we once hugged on and that’s all I can see

“Just friends” but today you touched my hand 3 times and I swear I felt something, you must have felt it too?

“Just friends” but I always look forward to saying goodbye because it’s the only time it’s okay to hug you

“Just friends” but today you were sitting so close and it just didn’t feel right without you arm around me. You never did move to put it there though

“Just friends” but it’s hurts when you talk about her

“Just friends” but I’m crying on a bus stop bench because it’s hurts so fucking much being “just friends”

“Just friends” but I’m still madly fucking in love with you

—  “Just friends”
There’s something about you. The feeling I got when I was around you, that excited nervousness; I’ve never felt that jolt with anyone else. It’s like listening to your favorite song or that first sip of coffee in the morning. Just pure unexplainable bliss. The way your eyes lit up when you play in the band, or how you stood in the middle of a thunderstorm blowing smoke rings. You’re passionate, talented, deep, mysterious. There’s so much to you that I just can’t put words to. I think that’s why even though you left me and you’re happy with someone else, I can’t be angry with you. I miss you, I mourn you, but I cannot be mad. You are that favorite song. You are that first sip of coffee.
—  A.S

“I love you,” I whispered softly.

“Then stay,” he whispered back.

“You aren’t my future,” I told him, my voice suddenly loud in the quiet room.

“I was, though, at one point before all of the heartbreak and lies, I was your future,” he reminded me.

“No,” I corrected him, “I fantasized and dreamed that you were my future. Even when you lied and hurt me I love you so much that I imagined this is what the future would hold. We would have great love and greater heartbreak, but that’s all it was, fantasies and dreams. You were never committed enough to be my future. It was just another thing you lied about and I believed.”

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #168
Falling in love with someone was always something I had thought of as nothing spectacular, just a part of life, but I realised it isn’t.
A person talks to you and like magic the way you see them starts to change. You start to notice the way a fire appears in their eyes, just before they smile. You notice how they pronounce some words different from the rest of the people and the small frown on their forehead when they are in thought.
You start to memorise the way they walk and recognise the way they call your name.
You’ll know when they’re behind you by their scent and you’ll be able to know when are genuinely happy or just smile politely.
You’ll feel yourself getting all nervous by just texting with them and you get that weird feeling in your stomach, like someone is pulling a knot. A smile will appear on your face by just reading their name somewhere.
And the most peculiar thing is, that even though you don’t have any problems, when they do it feels like a knife is being stabbed in your heart. Not just once, but with every step you take you feel the knife being stabbed in your heart again, until you know they are alright. You care so much, even though they’re just a person like you are.
Science tells us it is chemistry, just a form of behaviour that prevents us from extinction. But tell me, how can someone explain a feeling so pure with just one word: chemistry?
—  Chemistry (?)
Even though I have my difficulties you still accept me and love me for who I really am. You are my everyday motivation that makes me want to become a better person. Thank you.
—  Poets Love Her

and though you hurt me
I cannot regret being yours
for a time
because you’ve helped me realize
I deserve so much more


(so I thank you).

—  by Shelby Leigh
Fake Chats #196
  • Jimin: tell me a story.
  • Jungkook: I don't know any stories.
  • Jimin: well, Tae's stories are weird so, think of something.
  • Jungkook: did he tell the one where you kill your fans?
  • Jimin: that's not even a story!Jungkook: I mean, it's kinda awful, but it's true. Sort of.
  • Jimin: Kookie, tell me a good story.
  • Jungkook: once upon a time there was a boy named Jimin.
  • Jimin: oh great.
  • Jungkook: and he loved to bug his friend Jungkook.
  • Jimin: c'mon...
  • Jungkook: and even though Jimin loved Jungkook so much, Jungkook was very awkward and always teased him instead of being nice.
  • Jimin:
  • Jungkook: but then Jungkook grew up and he figured out that Jimin was his family and now they get along great.
  • Jimin: Jungkookie...
  • Jungkook: except that now Jimin is very sassy and sometimes teases Jungkook.
  • Jimin: Kookie.
  • Jungkook: but it's only fair, I guess, and anyway, Jungkook loves Jimin just like Jimin loves Jungkook. Right?
  • Jimin: right.
  • Jungkook: stop looking at me like that.
  • Jimin: like what?
  • Jungkook: like I'm your baby.
  • Jimin: finish the story.
  • Jungkook: and Jungkook was Jimin's baby and the end.
  • Jimin: what a nice story.
  • Jungkook: shut up.
She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned. She had plenty of evidence that she had a good life. She just couldn’t feel the life she had. It was as though she had cancer of the perspective.
—  Carrie Fisher, Postcards From the Edge
He was the boy that ruined my innocence.
He never dared to put his hands down my pants, or on my chest, even though I probably would’ve let him at the time.
The first time I made him mad he walked all over me like a placemat, reminding me I am nothing but something to be stepped on. His words cut me so deep I bled out for days. I laid in my bed, lacking enough will to get out of it for at least a week.
It’s so ironic how he was so much taller and so much bigger than me, which used to make me feel protected, but eventually just made me feel small.
He used to make me feel like I was on fire; but eventually he only made me feel small.
—  v.m
Reasons I can’t get “Pierre & Anatole” out of my head

I had firmly resolved that “The Confrontation” from Les Miserables would always and forever be my favorite male-to-male confrontation in all of musical theatre. Firmly resolved. But then came Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 (or just The Great Comet) and asdfghjkl guys, I’ve been obsessing over the whole musical. Especially with the Original Broadway cast album just released!!

Originally posted by ezekielfigueros

Anyways, here’s some of the reasons I love “Pierre and Anatole” so much. There are spoilers, so stay away if you’re afraid of those ;)

-the TENSION alone from the opening music…and they haven’t even spoken yet!

-Even though the lyrics are almost directly quoted from the actual book War and Peace, they still seem so musical and rhyme-y

-“Mon cher” (Anatole is literally calling Pierre “my dear” in French)

-How snobbish and aloof Anatole is trying to seem when he’s really about to wet his pants

-The rage of Pierre!!!

-“I don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure of smashing your head in with this” (Pierre holding a paper weight)

-The difference from how Pierre was all “f*ck it” in “Preparations,” and “The Abduction,” when he didn’t know that the girl Anatole was marrying happened to be Natasha, to how he is all “f*ck you” in this song, now that he has the knowledge

-“Pierre paces the room several times in silence. Anatole sits at a table, frowning and biting his lips”

-Anatole being a stupid whiny little b*tch and yet still…

-“Amuse youself with women like my wife!”

Originally posted by emreozcan

^omg. this. line. Need I go in to how Anatole and Helene are *probably* the Jaime and Cersei Lannister of their day? Need I?! And all the other stuff…omg. This is a harsh bite.

-just every way that Pierre puts Anatole in his place to defend honor that isn’t even his own

-“But you have used such words to me—"Scoundrel,“ and so on, Which, as a man of honor, I will not allow anyone to use” ha.ha.ha. “You could at least take back your words, eh? If you want me to do as you wish”

Pierre you better not! No Pierre!!!

- …..

-……

- “Fine I take them back”

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and not only does Pierre “take them back,” he also asks that Anatole forgive him, and then gives money to that heartless chihuahua!!! And he offers—offers to do so. Smh. WTF?! Why?!?!?!

And, finally….

-“For Petersbuuuuuuurrrrrrrg!” (you will have to listen to it to understand)

i’ve realized that there are different forms of love. there is love in the way you tuck someone in at night, or wait for them to get inside safely when you drop them off at home, or remind them to wear their seat belt, or kiss their forehead before you head out for work even though they’re still asleep, or ask them how their day was. and there is love in the way that you let someone go. the way you tell them that it’s over, as much as it hurts you. when you choose to listen to your heart and ignore that your brain is telling you the opposite. so thank you. thank you for leaving when you knew you couldn’t love me anymore.