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learn to be done. not mad, not bothered, just done. protect your peace at all costs.
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the day you left me, i was too afraid of realizing what happened, I went to bed at 8:30 pm. the next days, all I ate was an apple and the half of a slice of bread, bc I wasn’t able to eat anything, I wasn’t hungry. one night, I drove at home drunk bc I missed you so much that I wasn’t able to stay at the party but ended in my bed crying alone. another day, I sat on the corner of my bed screaming bc was picturing you with that girl kissing in the club… I was an emotional wreck.
but there’s time. and now when I think back to these moments it makes me kind of happy. I’m happy bc I thought I would be sad forever, I wasn’t able to imagine to not care about what you’re doing ever. And now I realize that time heals every wound and I’m happier than ever and maybe it’s like Goethe says in his book - you have to experience the positive human emotions as well as the negative ones to grow… and I have grown these past months and I will grow more and that’s what makes me happy. there’s time and time causes development and growth. and I really really love the fact that I’m constantly evolving.
everything will be alright if you give it some time.
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Before I fall in love again
1. I want us to be friends. Which means, I want to be able to eat my favourite cheese crust pizza with you, while having cheese all over my face and even in my hair, without feeling embarrassed or concerned about it.
I want to be comfortable with you, I want to be okay about being messy, irritating, embarrassing, disgusting, petty while with you. Because I will be petty when I see my ex best friend post a happy picture and I will be messy during my finals and I will be embarrassing when I meet your parents for I suck at meeting parents. I want to be okay with being the way I am and the only way to be okay is to know that you’re okay with me being things other than beautiful, graceful and composed at all times.
2. I want to be able to have long and passionate conversations with you not just about existential things but also about what went wrong in the ending of that book and how kids are affected by media and how tomato basil combination always works. I want to have conversations where we may not always have the same views but our fundamental values always fall in place. I want to talk to you about the beauty of the stars but I also want to talk to you about the disgusting mentality behind certain societal norms.
3. I want to see how consistent your actions are with your words. I don’t want to fall for love letters or poems, for sweet Instagram captions or long birthday texts, I want to fall in love with you showing up on time and keeping your promises.
4. I want to take it slow. I want our story to work out in years, not months. I want to respect time and space this time.
5. I want to make sure I am not seeking love from you for the lack of love I have for myself. I want to make sure you aren’t a void I am filling in, you are not an alternative to the things I can’t give myself. I want to make sure you are not doing the same.
6. I want to work out with my insecurities and fears from the past. I don’t want to project them on you, I don’t want to subject you to the doubts, suspicion and anger I carry from the people I have known in the past.
7. Before I fall in love again, I want to make a mattress with you. Of understanding and respect and trust. So when we fall, it doesn’t hurt.
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velvetrosez reblogged
My love,
Don’t be distressed that those boys don’t notice you,
The way your brown eyes light up when you’re happy,
Drowning you in a wave of joy,
The way your hair falls across your shoulders like a sheet of black silk fit for a queen.
The way your heart bursts into a song every time you accomplish something you worked hard for.
Don’t expect those boys, the ones who try to figure you out in one conversation, to understand you.
Don’t expect those boys who just want your body to ever understand you.
You’re so complex, so goddamn intricate,
Your soul is like a labyrinth,
Winding and unending,
It will take eons to figure you out.
Only the best explorer would be able to,
Only the most persistent explorer is meant to.
He wont come into your life like a hurricane,
Not like everyone else you’ve ever liked,
Because all they have done is leave you in the midst of destruction,
left you drowning in a flood of your tears,
Making you feel that loving a natural disaster is something you can’t resist.
Something that compels you to breathe.
He will come in like a soft breeze,
Which is heavy with premonition,
Caressing your cheeks gently,
He will enter your labyrinth of a heart,
Walking through it,
He won’t need a map,
Because he’s been here, in another lifetime,
The familiarity of your souls isn’t just a coincidence.
He won’t even need a flashlight,
For he is the sun,
Blazing with passion and a furious need to unravel all your layers,
He will walk slowly, with more purpose than he could ever muster in a lifetime,
Drinking in each painting,
Each milestone you’ve ever crossed,
Each person you’ve loved before him without a hint of jealousy, just curiosity,
Each petal of violets that decorate your heart,
Each word of poetry you’ve ever written or read,
And each song that blares from the record player that sits in the middle of the labyrinth.
He will memorize the way your soul dances when its happy,
The colors it comprises of,
Every shade of green and ultraviolet,
He will sleep beneath the cover of the stars of your heart,
Curled up,
Breathing gently.
And when he rises, rubbing traces of sleep from his soft, breathtaking green eyes,
Your heart will fill up with his warmth,
Every fibre of his being lighting up every inch of you,
Inside out.
He will clutch the broken parts of your soul,
And try to mend them back together with his undying, infinite love,
He will find all your insecurities shoved in a corner,
And coax them out,
After which he will gently caress them,
Kiss them,
And set them free,
Far away from your soul,
Leaving nothing but stardust in their place.
He will inject humor into the sad, empty parts of your soul,
Quieten the inconsolable sadness that sits heavy and deep inside you,
And never let you drown in it again,
For he is your life boat.
He will carry your fears to the softest bed with satin sheets,
And gently sing them to sleep which they will never wake from.
He will make you feel like the goddamn interstellar sky you are.
He won’t be impatient to get to know you,
He will want to drink you in like the finest glass of wine,
The most celebrated art museum,
Or the most profound poetry book.
Savoring every sip,
Every glance,
Every moment you’ve ever spent together,
From start to finish.
This is the boy you were meant to have,
To love,
To hold,
To have those lazy daydreams about,
To write endlessly about,
Your muse forever.
This is the boy who is meant to have you,
Who is worthy enough to become the keeper of your breathtaking soul,
To love you,
And to never, ever let you go.
thewriterthatnobodynoticed, we are meant for bigger things// 20:05 (via wordsnquotes)
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Raise your words,
not your voice.
It is rain that
grows flowers,
not thunder.
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you’re working in a field you genuinely enjoy. you have supportive, loving friends. you follow your passions, you’re fluent in your target languages. the 12 new books you ordered will arrive soon. your flat is cozy, decorated with plants and fairy lights. you’re happy. this might seem like some fantasty, but i know this will happen. i believe in you, and you should as well.
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Tumblr has taught me more about feminism, racism, sexism, women rights, rape, slut shaming etc. than school ever has. And there is something wrong with that.
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It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.
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You’ve moved on, and I’m still here trying to figure out where it all went wrong.
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I am the type of guy who loves video games. I am the romantic type of guy. I am the affectionate type of guy. I am the type of guy who likes rainy afternoons and movies. I am the type of guy who hates falsehood. I am the type of guy who does not care what others say. I’m the type of guy who loves football. I am the type of guy who hates lies. I am the type of guy that when I like someone, I like for real. I am kind of a selfish guy. I am kind of a funny guy. I am the kind of a sincere guy. I’m the mature type of guy, but sometimes acts childish. I’m the type of guy who does not like to read, but who loves to write. That’s me.
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And whatever you do, do not romanticize the little things about him. Because every time someone says “OK”, you’ll hear his voice and remember how comforting those two syllables were because he said them so often.
And holding someone else’s hand doesn’t feel right because you miss the way he would move his thumb across the top of your hand while he was holding it.
Because you’ll be sitting at a coffee shop pouring sugar into your coffee and the color will remind you of when his eyes would get a shade darker while his hands travelled down your body.
Because you’ll have dreams about the way he would interrupt your teasing with a kiss, and no matter how hard you try you won’t be able to fall back asleep.
Because sitting silently with anyone else is uncomfortable, but with him you would sit for hours in silence simply listening to his steady breathing.
Because the freckles on another boys arm don’t match up with yours like his did, and you can’t help but think back to when he said that the freckles were a sign he was meant to hold your hand. And suddenly it seems like no one else is meant to hold your hand.
Because you know no one has a laugh quite like his and when you start to forget the way his laughter would ring in your ear, you call him just to hear his voice only to be sent straight to voicemail.
And no matter how many strangers you kiss to try and move on you can’t because no one treats you like he did, and you wonder if you’ll ever find someone who is even a fraction of what he was.
he’s perfect and his actions were so easy to romanticize and god, it’s killing me now (via envisionofyou)
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i broke up with my gym we were just not working out
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