wordsofwisdom~

I hate small talk.
I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, intellect, the meaning of life, far away galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favourite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and your fears.
I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind.

I don’t want to know what’s up.

—  The idealist
I never believed in soulmates
you can make a home out of anyone
you can speak with someone
listen to their stories
fall in love with their heart
so simply
effortlessly, even
but, God
when it’s the one
it’s so clear
this is so clear
you are my soulmate
—  m. a.

If you’re upset it means you care about something and that’s okay and you’re okay.

But if you’re completely convinced that you’re not okay, take a walk or pet some dogs or make a phone call or watch sad movies or get on a plane until you’re okay again.

But don’t ever settle for not being okay.

There is something quite unique about meeting someone for the first time and feeling a connection blossom between you the instant you catch their eye. When you hear their laugh and suddenly everything you’ve been questioning falls into place. When you spend time with them and wonder how you failed to notice something was missing before you met them. You don’t have to be a romantic or believe in love at first sight to know the feeling and you can deny having experienced it, but can’t you remember the day someone randomly started speaking to you or smiled your way and at night you’d find your thoughts circling around them, their name lit up like a neon sign, their voice stuck in your head like a tune you couldn’t quite figure out? Have you never met the kind of people who make everything seem brighter, who make you feel more awake? Who can change your mood with a tilt of their head, with a careful smile? Because I’ve met them, all of them. Girls who are as wild as hurricanes and make the sky seem endless. Boys who turn every sunset into a masterpiece and carry the sun in their pocket. If there’s one thing I have learned it is to keep these people close and to protect them with all you have.
—  n.j.
Sometimes I dream about living by the sea.
I dream about salty air,
I dream about days that are unattached to anything
or anyone.
The ocean would be swelling with sadness,
so much so that there would be no room for mine.
I could sleep with the sound of the water outside my window instead of the trees.
I think I could live that way.
—  h.m. {dreams}