thoughts from a bookworm

Never be neutral.
Always be brave.
—  You aren’t here to just coast through life. Pick a side. Stand for something. // @abillionlittlethoughts
Don’t love me unless forever comes with it.
—  E.M.//8 words #92
I have fallen. I have fallen and I continue to do so each day. I have not learned how to keep my feet steady. I have not mastered the ability to stand upright. I have not taught my legs to stop shaking. But I will try and try and try.
—  E.M.
How do you feel about her?”
“When I hear her voice, I hear the rest of my life.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #1 (13/366)
I loved her best on rainy days. Maybe because rainy days meant oversized sweatshirts and knee high socks and her curled up under the window with a book in one hand and tea in the other. Maybe because when she did have to go out, she grinned like there was nothing else she’d rather do. Where other people saw a nuisance, she saw puddles that were meant to be splashed in and skies that were made to be danced under. She slipped into her tall boots and bright red coat, determined to be a bright spot in any dismal day. Maybe because when someone you love, loves the rain that much, you can’t help but love it a little too. Most of all, I think I loved her best on rainy days because those were the days where she loved herself best. And there was nothing on any other day that could compare to that.
—  L.A.L. 
People always show you who they are. It just depends on us whether to believe them or make excuses for them.
—  believe them the first time // @abillionlittlethoughts

I know it’s hard to wait
But wait anyway
Because you think that truly loving someone is something that happens
But it just doesn’t happen to you

It does
And it will

Please don’t give up on it
Because no matter how difficult you think you are to love
And no matter how little people seem to care
There is someone out there who will
The trick is that you never think you’ll have it
Until you have it

So please
Please
Don’t give up on the idea of love

—  You Are Not Unlovable
I’ve always found friends hard to come by. So I drew mine from threads of imagination and twisted words. Borne of a beautiful pen and better worlds.
—  L.A.L. 

Was love an excuse to walk into someone’s life, make them believe their heart could explode like fireworks and just storm off?

Poet from London

Society’s expectations. Society’s definition of “success” has killed more dreams than anything else.
—  no truer words // @abillionlittlethoughts
I have fallen. I have fallen and I continue to do so each day. I have not learned how to keep my feet steady. I have not mastered the ability to stand upright. I have not taught my legs to stop shaking. But I will try and try and try.
—  E.M.
Some nights I would type “I miss you” on your chat window, but I would never really send it.
It’s not because I was strong enough to restrain myself.
It’s just that I was afraid you wouldn’t reply and my frail heart would collapse all over again.

Nothing sucks me into nostalgia more than

the rustling of golden leaves

the radiance of lamp posts

and the noble moon at 3am

Life whispers, “write”

Poet from London

The universe is speaking to you, ignite your inner self to find the real you.
—  Awaken // @abillionlittlethoughts
I don’t want him to become a memory.
—  I loved him dearly. He was real and I loved him dearly.//E.M.//8 words #98