i lowkey don't wanna tell anyone what's going on in my life anymore.
i wish u could still jsut show up at ur friends house and knock on the door and ask them to go for a walk but now it’s like a 3 month request on someone’s google calendar for a 1 hour $80 coffee date just to see someone
I like people who got their own vibe and not tryna be like the rest of the world
Teach your heart to accept disappointments even from the people you love.
Truth is that the heart needs more forms of love from your partner than just romantic love. It needs the nurturing and unconditional love like the one that comes from a parent. It needs the love that helps you achieve your maximum potential, that empowers your virtues and is patient with your flaws like that of a teacher. It needs the love of a friend who will listen without judgment, who will laugh with you and be your confidant and accomplice. It needs the devoted love of a healer who will tend to your wounds and hurts and never turn a blind eye to your suffering but rather help the healing process knowing all the time the healing and the timing is all yours. Love is more than just romance and passion, and sooner or later it will die out if you do not nurture all the other faces of love. For if love has a thousand faces, how bland would it be if my love for you were the same one all the time.
e.v.e.
👏👏👏
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looking back on old photos of yourself is an act of mourning, always. how many times have you looked at pictures of yourself from even just a few months ago and thought “who is that? did i look like that? she’s beautiful” but fail to reconcile it with how you felt. that girl is me and that girl is beautiful but i have never been her, y’know? and the cycle is endless. i am always longing to be myself from two years ago, or six months ago, or last night. SHE was beautiful in ways i don’t know how to be now. i’m grieving for the death of my past selves, constantly, and grieving for the time they wasted mourning THEIR predecessors when they could’ve been feeling beautiful. in between disparaging remarks about the weight she holds around her midsection, my mother shows me photos from when she was younger and handles them gently; “i was kind of a looker back then, wasn’t i?” i wonder what i’ll be saying about this body in thirty years. i wonder if it’ll be kind
when brene brown said “vulnerability is the path back to each other” and bell hooks wrote “cynicism is the great mask of the disappointed and betrayed heart” and amir levine wrote “if you want to take the road to independence and happiness, find the right person to depend on and travel down it with that person” and thich nhat hanh said “you cannot resist loving another person when you really understand them” and barbara l fredrickson wrote “your past moments of love and connection make you lastingly wiser”
basically that to be loved is to be seen, that vulnerability is the key to a joyful life, and that cynicism refrains us from the beautiful impact of intimacy
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Once you hit a certain level of growth , you become permanently unimpressed by a lot of shit
Perhaps love is just eating strawberries with your favorite person or peeling tangerines for someone you love. Perhaps, love is stored in understanding someone or it's stored in holding hands. Perhaps, love is just stored in watching TV together on a Sunday night.
and perhaps love is something ordinary rather than something way too difficult to embrace. perhaps love can be found inside us too.
you change people. your name makes others smile. your work moves people. someone might compliment you somewhere, right now. someone’s heart will beat faster just thinking about you. your friends remember your experiences fondly. someone might see a book in the store and think of you, too. you inspire others to keep going, or you will someday. your presence matters and changes the world every day.
Just read that in Turkey some people don't say "I love you" instead they say "ruhum ruhun, ruhun ruhum olsun" which means "let my soul be your soul, let your soul be my soul" and that's so beautiful.
When Sylvia Plath wrote "I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."
There's a saying in arabic "يا ريت انا ولا انت" which translates to "I wish it were me not you" and you say it to the ones you love when they're unwell. Its like....I love you so much that I'd rather be in pain than watch you suffer. And I think thats beautiful.
– Via "raniareflects" on Tumblr
“Maybe someday we will be two people meeting again for the first time.”
— Unknown
Source: quotemadness.com
it’s amazing: some people come into your life and it feels natural to love them, even if you’ve never loved like that before. you do things for them simply because they feel right to you.
trust your instincts. cherish them