Dejemos de luchar por alguien que no nos quiere.
Dejemos de preocuparnos por las personas que les importamos un carajo.
Dejemos de extrañar a quien nos ha olvidado.
Dejemos de escribir a quien no nos los quiere.
Dejemos de imaginar cosas que no pasarán.
Dejemos de escuchar música que nos pone triste.
Dejemos de sufrir por cosas absurdas.
Dejemos de llorar por personas estupidas.
Dejemos de cargar el pasado.
Dejemos de enamorarnos a lo pendejo.
Dejemos de quejarnos de está jodida vida.
No existe nada en el reino de las ideas que sea absoluto, y debido a ésto, todos los esfuerzos para formar ideologías son, en última instancia, fútiles. Sólo por la disolución de la mente puede uno conectarse con la gran vida universal.
En realidad, todo es integral, porque el Sendero Universal es la única vía que existe. La dualidad es tan sólo un producto ilusorio de la mente. Para percibir la realidad integral del universo, es necesario superar el proceso mental de la separación y la fragmentación.
Para el que ya ha trascendido la dualidad existe sólo el Sendero Universal de la vida. Dado que el Sendero Universal de la vida existe, es posible superar la mente dualista.
La mente integral sabe que no existe el yo, que todo es Uno Mismo; por lo tanto, comprende que si uno le hace algo a los demás, exteriormente, en realidad, se lo ha hecho a sí mismo interiormente.
TODO SER ES EL CENTRO DE SU PROPIO UNIVERSO, SU PROPIA REALIDAD CONECTADA Y TODO A SU ALREDEDOR ES UN ELEMENTO QUE COMPONE SU MUNDO CONECTADO.
Essentially meeting because of your interests in magical creatures.
Imagine him sitting you down and almost flying off the handle as he explains to you about his creatures. He pulls out his incomplete book, and points to things and facts excitedly, telling you with happy eyes how excited he was that he found someone who enjoyed them equally.
You smile widely at him as he comes to a stop, rubbing the back of his neck, now suddenly nervous and aware that you had been watching him acting so crazed.
While secretly, you admired his expressions and his attitude
Newt showing you the inside of his case, and smiling to himself as he watches you excitedly run around, pointing at creatures you knew, and asking questions about creatures you weren’t quite sure about.
Your curiosity and liveliness makes him feel alive himself.
You and he sitting in front of the Bowtruckle, watching as he tries to convince Pickett that everything is okay, and that they’re not bullying him. Your focus is on Newt completely though.
Seeing him so selfless and so caring for creatures that people think are dangerous makes your heart flutter.
He smiles at Pickett, and you smile at him. Newt turns his head and looks at you, now vicariously aware of how close you are. He clears his throat, sets Pickett on his shoulder and looks forward, shuffling his arms awkwardly.
You starting to refer to the newborn creatures as Newt and yours. “Our Children” “our babies” because you are spending so much time with them, that’s what it felt like they were.
Probably makes him blush.
Newt never being able to stand still around you.
Either he’s playing with his hands, jumping from one foot to another, or is making obscure gestures, he still finds it slightly difficult to stand still around you because he’s not completely sure what it is he’s feeling for you.
Also, avoiding eye contact as usual.
Though lately, you have noticed that he’s making more of an effort of maintaining eye contact for longer than his usual second.
Newt feeling the instant connection to you, though he’s worried that you don’t feel it as well.
If anything, Newt is just really nervous that he’s going to annoy you, or make you hate him.
Of course, you do feel something warm for him but you’re too shy to actually bring it up with him.
Newt probably wondering why exactly you want to be his friend.
He honestly, at times, thinks you just pity him.
He constantly asks, “do I not annoy you?”
“Is this too weird for you?”
“I have been known to annoy people quite frequently.”
“People do find me to be a bit… Eccentric if you will.”
Probably lets it slip that he wants to take you on a date in a way that he wasn’t expecting.
If you don’t think it involved one of the many mating dance he knows then?
“You make me feel so…”
He danced. Hoping you’d understand, to which, you didn’t and it ended with him laying on the ground, murmuring, “I just want to take you out on a date, at least once. I thought my mating dance would work—”
Having the pleasure of watching him adapt to getting comfortable and affectionate around you.
The man is a fan of forehead kisses, knuckle kisses and holding hands.
Especially holding hands. He probably still asks to hold yours even when you told him that he doesn’t need to ask.
Has this habit of always stretching an arm out to touch you. Whether or not he’s making actual contact, or if he’s just ghosting his fingertips around your aura, he feels the need to be close to you know that he knows it’s okay.
Convincing him to let you tie his bowtie rather than using magic. “It’s a no-maj thing, but I like helping you.”
The two of you enjoying each others company.
Cuddles, while he reads from his unfinished book about the research he had done that day.
Your first kiss not being perfect.
It was actually a rather fumbling, awkward situation. You butted heads with one another, you almost fell over.
But the moment Newt finally cupped your cheeks in his hands, and pressed his lips against yours, you felt the entire world fall away.
Soft, gentle and lingering kisses are his favorite, though he can honestly admit the occasional rough, more dominated sort are a surprise every once and a while.
Imagine him whispering things against your lips as he holds you close, his hands resting on the small of your back.
Newt kissing your nose, following every kiss on the lips.
You kissing the freckles on his face.
He totally gives you his jacket when you complain about the cold.
It drowns you, but you love the color, and it’s always so warm compared to you.
When Newt insists you give it back, because it’s no longer cold, you refuse and lay on it.
Running your fingers through his soft, thick hair.
Occasionally, when he lets you, the two of you sit together and you tangle flowers into his hair.
He finds it really relaxing. It’s even more so when he lays his head into your lap and shuts his eyes to focus on your hands running through his hair.
If you don’t think Niffler somehow got a hold of your engagement ring that Newt bought a few nights ago then?
Poor Newt probably had a heart attack when he couldn’t find it.
The stare-down he had with Niffler was intense until he finally gave in.
With a certain look, the creature admitted to taking it.
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