this book will break your heart read it

I want to touch you. But not your skin. I want to see your eyes. I want you to look at me as if you’re trying hard to figure out something. I want to see you smile, the kind of smile that you never show to anyone. The kind of smile that reveals who you really are. I want you. The good and the bad. The confuse and sad. The jolly and silly. I want each and every single part of you —from your body to your soul— from your mind to your heart. I want to hold you and break everything that hurts you. Let me see you. Let me pass through that high wall of yours. Please let me, just let me see you. I just want to know that you’re truly happy.
—  ma.c.a // Let me feel you
How People View INFPs vs. How INFPS Actually Are
  • What people think INFPs are like: Precious sweethearts who are -so- emotional and cry about -everything- all the time.
  • What INFPs are actually like: Warriors that are stuck dreaming about the ways they want to help and rescue the people they love, and win love in return. They want the world to be like the fictional one they have in their head and if they are too overwhelmed by life's problems they want to be -alone-, even away from their closest friends, to be upset and jaded at the world.
  • How people think INFPs socialize: When they see their friends, they weep for joy because it's so beautiful, and they just can't take the sheer beauty of the friendship.
  • How INFPs -actually- socialize: Most of their social interactions happen with the version of you they have in their head.
  • How often people think INFPs cry: Everytime the sun sets. Everytime the icing on their cupcake is perfect. Everytime they walk in the park. Everytime the wind blows. Everytime...
  • How often INFPs actually cry: When something has come along to truly, truly break their heart. Which is actually hard to do. When everything that they have desired in life begins to fall apart and they feel their dreams crumbling. When they realize they don't know what to do, to go back to where they were before. When they're watching a sad movie/reading a sad book.
  • How easy people think it is to befriend an INFP: Be a person. Congrats you're their friend.
  • How easy it -actually- is to befriend an INFP: It isn't. You may consider them -your- friend, but they don't consider you the same. You're not really their friend until you prove that you and they share a true kindred link.
  • What people think INFPs dream about: Being rescued by a knight in shining armor.
  • What INFPs actually dream about: Being a knight in shining armor, rescuing.
  • What people think annoys an INFP: Nothing.
  • What actually annoys an INFP: Loads of stuff, including MBTI posts that type us as crybaby cinnamon rolls. Please stop. It's humiliating. Thanks.
And she’s everything you wouldn’t want in a girl. She’s smart, and she can barely finish a book because she’s already planned on what book she wants to read next so she starts to read that book and forgets to finish the other. She’s crazy passionate about the earth and the well being of animals. My god does she love animals. She talks to them as if they could talk back. She cares about people even if they turn her a cold shoulder. She is all for the people and thinks that women should be treated with the same respect as what a man gets. She loves to talk about anything and everything. She’ll tell you about the stars and everything you need to know about dogs and horses. She’s the kind of girl you wouldn’t want. Not because she’s ugly because my god she is beautiful. And not just her physical appearance but her soul. It’s the purest and most raw and magical thing you’ll ever see. She’s the kind of girl you don’t want to touch in a physical way or emotional way. Not because she can’t handle it, because she can. She’s the closest thing you ever get to magic, I mean if you believe in that kind of crap. I sure didn’t until I met her in the coffee shop on 11th street. She was wearing all black and she had the most beautiful brown hair that would fall perfectly in front of her face even when she did pull it behind her ear. Anyways I didn’t touch her in anyway. I just admired her from the other side of the coffee shop. I guess I was a little afraid because I could already feel her existence was something that shouldn’t be messed with and I didn’t wanna screw her up. But I did. Her brown doe eyes locked on with mine and it felt like magic. Again not that I believe in it in that moment. The point is she’s not the kind of girl you want because she’s everything you could ever want in a “perfect girl” if there’s such a thing. She’s not the kind of girl you want because when you touch her for the first time it feels like snow falling and everything in between love. She’s not the kind of girl you want because when you break her heart you’ll see she won’t be the same. She won’t sing in the shower and she won’t radiate warmth from her smile when she looks at you. Like I said she’s magic and everything in between love and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t love her knowing I had all the power in the world to destroy her. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t love her because she’s not the kind of girl who you just fall in love with. No, she’s the kind of girl who you fall in love with because she makes you see that everyone is equal and that animals do have feelings. She’s the kind of girl you fall in love with because you love the way she gets along with your mother and your father adores her. She’s the kind of girl who makes you believe in magic. She’s the kind of girl who makes you see that you have all the power in the world to do whatever you want if you believe and try hard enough. She’s the kind of girl who could be broken so easily if you hit the right spots and when you do.. when you do break her heart it leaves you feeling every bad word in the dictionary. It leaves you with a bitter taste every time you try and talk about her. It leaves you with nothing but a haunting memory of girl who cares more about everyone and everything because no one cared about her. She is not the kind of girl you wanna fall in love with because when you break her heart you’ll never be able to rid the taste of her strawberry lips from yours. You won’t be able to enjoy summer because it will remind you of the time you both sat under a big oak tree near a pond while she read books to you. Shes not the kind of girl you want because when you both part ways and head back home to the grey sheets of your bed it will flash you back to the time you first saw her naked and how you were so scared to touch something so raw and beautiful. She’s not the girl you want to fall in love with because you won’t be able to sleep at night when you part ways because you’re so busy wondering if she is loving someone else. So you see, she is not the kind of girl you want because she is just to damn magical to be real. Or maybe she is and you shouldn’t take my advice and tell me to go to hell but then again you’ll feel like hell when she cries for the first time because of you. So maybe she is the kind of girl you want but maybe she isn’t. Not because she doesn’t deserve love but because she deserves to be loved right, as if there’s a right way to love. My point is she’s herself and in this lifetime? That is something extraordinary and something that extraordinary deserves to be left wild.
—  Leave her wild// Deeply Feeling Series
Why do I always think of you, when you were absolutely smiling at someone else? Why do I always imagine that you’re with me, when you were probably holding someone else’s hand? Why do I fall in love with you, when you always wanted someone else? Maybe because I cannot pull my heart out of your way. And maybe because it breaks me to know that there is someone out there who can make you the happiest person in the universe. Maybe because I can’t accept the fact that it wasn’t me. And it will never be me.
—  ma.c.a // Why it has to be you?

My friend is reading TWoK for the first time. She sent me this text, while reading the chapter just before Sas Nahn:

I was feeling like a very bad friend…

A few minutes later:

And now she understands.

Soulmate AU

…in which your skin gets colder everytime you get a heartbreak - either being hearbroken or break one, till the pont you are literally freezing to death. But when you touch your soulmate the first time, you get your warmth back.            Not that they are sad or crying all the time - just that they get colder and colder, until maybe their skin is blue one day.
And maybe, when your soulmate dies, you die with him/her because it breaks your heart so hard, it literally breaks into little pieces of ice? 

Imagine just … Someone walking around with blue skin, because they were left so often, meeting a someone in a coffee shop, handing them over their coffee and suddenly, they feel warm again?

Or what is about people, who like to watch movies and shows and read books and are too empathic for the world, so when they see their character heartbroken, they feel that themselves. 

Or someone, who is cold as ice and tries to hide it, being all sarcastic and everything, but one day, meets his soulmate and is totally flashed by the feeling.

things i do when taking a study break:
  • Practice hand lettering/watercolor painting/handwriting in different styles - there are a ton of resources and inspiration references online (for hand lettering, there’s a few instagram accounts that I love; with my watercolors, I do a lot of hand lettering and color mixing and doodles; as for handwriting, studyblr is a great reference for that, there’s so much variety and so many new styles to try out!) - I like this one because it has the same vibe as taking notes, but without all the mental energy
  • Read a book for fun - my go-to will always be re-reading harry potter (my very heart and soul), but anything that’s chill/familiar/interesting/easy to read/relaxing works great for this!
  • Go for a walk! - give yourself a set time to get back to work, but go outside and clear your head, get some fresh air, take some pictures out in nature, watch the sunset
  • Grab a snack - ideally something away from your desk to give yourself a break that feels like a break. Grab something healthy or something not-so-healthy. Treat yo’ self.
  • Listen to new music - find a new artist or an old artist, pay attention to the lyrics and instruments and backing vocals, really get into the song
  • Make a studyblr post - show off what you’re studying or any tips you’re working with/realizing as you’re working on your homework (I don’t know about y’all, but I always feel most inspired for things like this when I’m trying to work on something else - take a break and use that inspiration)
  • Clean ur room!! - having a clean room helps you think clearly and it gives you less to worry with later on. Similarly,
  • Start a load of laundry - that way, you have a guaranteed break when you have to put the wet laundry into the drier in about an hour, and another break when you have to get it out of the drier and put it away. Plus, you’re being double-productive.
  • Decorate/plan out a bujo spread - still in that same productive realm as homework, but it’s much more fun and creative!
  • Check tumblr - a dangerous suggestion, perhaps, but just make sure to give yourself a limit and stick to it: like you can only check the first 10 pages of your dash before getting back to work.

These are just a few things I like to do! What are some of your go-to study break activities?

And I truly hope
that no matter
how many times
your heart breaks,
it will still have
the courage that
will open its door
and let you
feel love
once again.
—  ma.c.a // Please be brave, my heart
The kind of girl who'll break your heart

She’s the kind of girl with flowers in her hair and a storm in her eyes. She won’t say much when you first meet but one day you’ll find her on the rooftop, sitting alone with her feet dangling from the building; observing, feeling. And you’ll go and sit with her and ask her if she’s fine. She’ll tell you she is. And she will be. That’s when you’ll realise you haven’t seen a girl like her before. And you’ll ache to know her story. To know how she is whatever it is that she is. But she won’t let you in easy and you’ll get hooked on her. She’s the kind of girl you read about in books. The kind of girl who breaks hearts and smokes cigarettes and writes poetry and makes you fall in love with her. She’ll have a hurricane inside of her and she’ll sing melodies instead of words. Look out for this kind of girl. And protect yourself if you ever find her, because she’ll break your heart in the end and you won’t find comfort in vodka bottles and other girls after her.

What do you think is worse,” she asked quietly, twisting her favourite bracelet around her wrist, “having your heart broken or breaking a heart?” Her friend glanced at her curiously but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. She couldn’t, not with the guilt that was clearly written across her face.
“It depends, I guess,” he replied carefully. “Having your heart broken is awful, especially in the exact moment it happens. You feel as though your airways have been cut. You forget how to breathe. At first you feel too much and then you’re in denial and feel nothing at all, just emptiness. But it gets better. Sometimes within months, and sometimes it takes you years to move on. But eventually you’ll heal.” She looked up, biting the inside of her cheek. “And if you break a heart?”
He hesitated, pointedly glancing at her wrist. “Well, you can’t break a heart and be careful about it. You can’t make it hurt any less, no matter how much you don’t want the person you love to be in pain. I’d say breaking someone’s heart scars you just as much as having your own heart broken.” When she didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Are you about to break someone’s heart?” Slowly she took off her silver bracelet and placed it on the table. He recognised it now as it sparkled faintly in the bright light - it was the bracelet her boyfriend had given her on their first anniversary. “Yes,” she replied with tears in her eyes, touching the bare inside of her wrist, “I’m afraid I am.
—  Excerpt
n.j.
Fall in love with a writer and she will remember every moment, every second she spent with you. Fall in love with a writer and she will keep those memories because one day she will want to write her love story with you and share it to the world. Fall in love with a writer and she will make the most painful day she ever had becomes a beautiful memory and made into book of tragedy with a beautiful pain. Those who read her writings will feel how much she was in love with you and how lost she felt when she lost you. And one day, people will talk about her book, how heart-breaking it is, and suddenly it becomes a movie. Your new girl wants to see the movie without knowing that it is about you and her. Seeing the movie, you remember again a lot of things. The day you met her, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the way she dance around whenever she was happy when no one was looking, you remember again all the things that made you fall for her. And you don’t know what to do about it because you threw her away years ago.
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #53
Triplicity (M)

Originally posted by etherealkt

=> Yoonseok x Reader Poly!AU

Summary: Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.

Words: 11,191

a/n: 11k of smut. This is a new low.


“Well, what do we have here?”

Voice thick with irritation, spitefulness leaking from plush lips that supported the thin cigarette hung loosely from his teeth, a threatening gaze sized you up and left you feeling defenseless and weak under the scrutiny of coffee eyes, depths uncertain and unknown.

You weren’t exactly sure how you managed to find yourself in this predicament, hands held at the small of your back, wrists overlapping each other as a much stronger hold pinned you in place. You could feel the drumming of Hoseok’s heartbeat against your shoulder, grip tightening around your skin as you poorly attempted to gain back any control you once had, which hadn’t been very much to begin with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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BOOK OF THE DAY:

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath

To say that The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath should be exclusively recommended to Sylvia Plath enthusiasts is a monumental crime. Plath kept journals from the age of 11-30, until her death. Her journals provide a raw insight into her troubled mind and soul.

Much has been speculated about her life and marriage between the poet, Ted Hughes. There are few writers in the world like Sylvia Plath where every word has a purpose. Her language hits with violence, which is why it is easy to relate to her pain and find her desperation beautiful.

There is no doubt here that Hughes has been appointed the villain of Plath’s story, during her life and after it. It was only possible to publish a  darker version of her journals after his death.

What makes Sylvia Plath a seductive writer is her self-obsession. She admires her mind. She pulverizes it, rebuilds it and analyzes it repeatedly to the edge of frenzy. This proves her to be highly observant, intelligent and vivacious. She is one of the loudest authors to have ever lived. Her mind and prose shape an alarming imagery, ironically easy to catch and digest, no matter how uncomfortable her feelings and thoughts were. She is the author of her mind in the most alluring and venomous way.

The most difficult opinion to overlook is the common knowledge that to make great art, one’s heart and mind are often on fire. There is no escape but the art itself. Perhaps if Plath had fewer demons or a tranquil mind, her words would have been less gritty and authentic. Pain is universal, it speaks all languages, even the most foreign language, the one of the body and mind. She is able to decipher her puzzle, which is something to envy. How do I write like this? The truth is, we don’t know, not even Sylvia Plath knew she was the master of self-discovery. Break your heart a couple of times for truth, that’s our advice.

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How can I
follow my heart
when my feet
buckled every time
I feel it breaking,
how can I follow
my mind
when I am always lost
in overthinking.
And maybe
it was just right
to go wherever
my soul is leading me.
—  ma.c.a // Now, They Say Follow Your Soul
When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think that for something so important, it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a symbol or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.
—  Cecelia Ahern, If You Could See Me Now
how to get over someone

1. delete everything to do with them from your phone. EVERYTHING.

2. burn anything given to you.
(drawings, letters, clothes,etc.)

3. do NOT at all costs listen to those songs until you are completely over him. you know which ones im talking about.

4.work on yourself, get your nails done, workout, read books, take baths, treat yourself and better yourself as a person

5. flirt with others, be free you ARE single, dont take it for granted. rebounds are allowed/expected/necessary

6. If you do end up getting a boyfriend/girlfriend take things slow. don’t rush and don’t get attached too fast. its okay to take precaution but dont let it ruin your life.

7. LIVE YO LIFE LIKE THE HOT INTELLIGENT KIND SPUNKY PIECE OF ASS YOU ARE.

Be wary of falling for a writer. No. Be wary of letting her fall for you.

Trust me on this one. When a writer falls in love with you, she imagines you in description and gets frustrated when her mind lapses on the words to describe just how fluttery you make her feel. She materializes you in love letters and can depict your body like a landscape she hikes every afternoon.

You have been warned. When she sees your eyes she thinks of more than just the ocean and the sky. Your cheekbones remind her of icebergs, and when you smile, she feels the word ‘warmth’ and sees golden rays. Your words will scatter her pages like unsung lyrics she doesn’t mean to write. And let me tell you, she does not want to sculpt you into mere characters because you are so much more than that to her.

But beware. If you hurt her, you will find her name on the covers of books, and when you read them, you’ll find yourself on every page. You’ll remember every single time you laughed with her because she’s created a timeline, and when you reach the turning point, midway through, you’ll realize how much she really loves you. You’ll regret tossing every black and white word carelessly at her, and she will remember all too well.

She will use you as her inspiration and her book as therapy. While your heart aches with remorse, she will be free from your chains. Her words are her key, and you were the heartbreaking captor.

Do not let a writer fall in love with you if you plan on breaking her heart, unless you can live on memorialized moments and regrets. Because she will write to heal, and you will read and bleed.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Blue– every oversized hug playing off memories of rain kissing away summer plays, these weighted reflections slicing book marks into greeting cards. I know what drowning alone feels like, darling, it isn’t a metaphor, but I still miss you most by the ocean. Heat– blushing the color of I miss you, your hands read sonnets to the stars and we’re still making wishes like we’re light enough to hold down that red balloon– I didn’t mean to let you go. Promises– bones break in more chapters than hearts, you tell me you love me and all my thoughts start to feel light. but you love the purity of rain, the obligation to burn in winter, the pastel of spring, and I’m not calm in nature. Red– you left a meteor near every love letter signed with your lipstick, I can feel the beginning of time right between our first greetings. We went wrong when we thought that falling in love this soon would be right, so I write about it. I write you into every summer that requires the heart to break near an empty bottle of red wine, sometimes love hurts, but most of the time… we just can’t get enough. Flash– gone just like that, we used to talk to one another like we were the last ones to love this bad, rumor has it that my heart still thinks about you when I’m holding other people. Darling, the rumors are fucking true. And I can fall in love with new people, but living in the moment is just a tease when we cross by one another on the streets as just passerby strangers with nothing to say, who is this person that I used to know? Just more fool’s gold, just more fool’s gold… i didn’t mean to hurt you then, i don’t mean to sulk over this, but i’m still somewhat in love with you. Post Script– seal these goodbyes with that infamous laugh of yours, the kind of laugh that makes people wonder about the joke, the kind of soul that makes people want to relearn the alphabet of love just to spell your fucking name and get it right the first time. No more P.S. I love you, just a P.S. I miss you. No more P.S. I left a letter for you, just a P.S. maybe we’ll meet again some day. No more P.S. I had a nice day with you, just a P.S. I wish that it didn’t have to hurt so bad, but maybe if we were more honest, more loyal, more open… they say that lovers mirror one another, do you think our shadows still hold one another when no one is looking and the moon is out? Does your skin miss my touch? Does your heart feel warm when someone mentions my name? Do we still love the same from years ago? Probably not, but the thought of you is the perfect definition for bittersweet. We used to be a thousand origami serendipities, but now we’re just burning at the mouth of a shooting star still trying to grant wishes for things that once were. Love– you were enough, you were always going to be enough.
—  The Ate & The Bunso