There’s a little truth behind every just kidding, a little curiosity behind every just wondering, a little knowledge behind every I don’t know, and a little emotion behind every I don’t care.
I must keep running in order to survive, in order to not be loved too much or not enough. Running so I will never have to deal with someone not wanting to keep me.
Love comes when manipulation stops. When you think more about the other person, than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself truthfully, when you dare to be vulnerable.
Spontaneity is the quality of being able to do something just because you feel like it at the moment, of trusting your instincts, of taking yourself by surprise and snatching from the clutches of your well-organized routine a bit of unscheduled pleasure.
There are millions of people out there, that in the end, it all comes down to one. I still panic sometimes, forget to breath, but I know now that there’s something beautiful in all my imperfections, a beauty which he held up for me to see, a strength that can never be taken away.
How do you push aside Something that just feels so right? It'll always be perfect But I didn't get to live it We found what so many seek But it was never ours to keep It'll always be perfect, but we didn't get to live it.
Lyrics from The Ghost Of An Unkissed Kiss by Trembling Blue Stars
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem. Or as good, as bad, as vulnerable, as strong, or as sweet. We are thickly layered, page by page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can either rip us apart or hold us together.
You know when you’re sitting on a chair and you lean back so you’re just on two legs then you lean too far and you almost fall over but at the last second you catch yourself? I feel like that all the time.
Sometimes when you’re young, you think nothing can hurt you. It’s like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you, and you have big plans. Big plans. To find your perfect match. The one that completes you. But as you get older, you realize it’s not always that easy. It’s not until the end of your life that you realize how the plans you made were simply plans. At the end, when you’re looking back instead of forward, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you’re leaving something good behind. You want it all to have mattered.
Change is a funny thing. We are never quite sure what we are becoming or why. Then one day we look at ourselves, and wonder who we are and how we got there.
Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow, we must fail in order to know. Sometimes our vision clears only after our eyes are washed away with tears.
A clean break is easier, you can reset it and it heals and you move on. But if you leave things messy, or things don’t get put right, it just hurts. Forever.