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Expectations get the best of people. You can tell yourself that you won't expect anything the next time, but you do it anyways. Sometimes you just can't help it.

No one wants to feel the same pain twice

bluejaysong

my mother once made me go one week without caffeine — tea leaves and coffee beans, hidden even checking my coffee mug to make sure before i left the house every morning. the smallest things set me off, i couldn’t concentrate anymore; even with more sleep, i was completely exhausted the next day, drained. i didn’t feel like the same person anymore.

and i guess what i’m trying to say is, i never realized how much you stabilized me until you were gone from my life. you’re caffeine and i’m an addict.

You can tell when someone's really passionate about something. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the look in their eyes or the way they carry themselves. I want it though. I want people to look at me and think "wow, she's so driven."

#personal

strawberrytelle

Falling in love again after you’ve been hurt before is hard. Wait, that’s an understatement, right? You think you’ve got your head on straight and you’re finally in control of your life and then someone steps in and everything is different. You’re walking on cloud nine for a little bit, butterflies in your stomach, and you’re all smiles. And then the realization that you’ve let your guard down hits you like a lead brick wall. The idea of allowing someone back into your heart is overwhelming. You’re constantly living with the fear that just as you slip, right as you fall, they’re going to turn around and leave you. You start to over-analyze every word, every text (or lack thereof) and every action. What once was ‘good enough’ for you just doesnt cut it anymore. The nights at home by yourslf, the time that was used to catch up, the quiet moments to reflect, dream and wonder. They don’t mean quite as much anymore because they arent with you. The last thing you want to do is base your happiness on someone else, right? So you have to sit down with yourself and take a step back from everything. To remember that no matter what happens, you’ll be okay. You’ve still got the nights out with the friends who know you best, conversations over coffee with family that never judge, and those walks through the trails that settle your mind. You have to remember that with every mistake comes a lesson and with every heartache comes a kind of understanding. You have to be content with the fact that love is taking a risk; but it’s a risk of the greatest kind. When you find the one that’s worth tearing down that brick wall around your heart, you have to walk into it willingly. You have to remember that no matter what happens, you still have yourself. That’s all you’ll ever need.

(via strawberrytelle)

takemetotaiwan

Another Rainy Day by Hanson Mao

gru-ff

you’ve become so damaged, that when someone wants to give you, what you deserve you have no idea, how to respond.

reverseul-deactivated20131209

I don’t like the feeling of nostalgia. There’s something about recalling past memories that I’ve never particularly enjoyed. It’s not that I’ve experienced a terrible life in the past or anything; it’s just that I feel if I hold on to those certain memories for too long, I’ll become overly attached to them. And then, I’ll never actually end up moving on in my life. Lately, I’ve been trying to keep myself preoccupied with things to do. I’ve been seeking adventure—something exciting, something different. I’m turning to new chapters in my life now, and for once, I’m actually quite content with standing on my own.

I remember the night when you called me at 3 in the morning and I picked up half asleep. You said you were sad. I said i'd be there and hung up. I called a taxi right away, got my shit together, put some random clothes, grabbed some money, and left the house. When I got in the car I remember how funny the taxi driver was looking at me. I didn't care though. All I could think about was getting to your house quick enough. After I arrived, I opened your door with the key you'd always leave under your doormat. You were sitting on the floor of the living room still in your work clothes. You looked at me, and I knew. I didn't say a word but just sat on the floor next to you. You leaned in against me and I could hear the faint whimpers escape your lips. I didn't say a word. I just hugged you until you'd be okay.

アム私その簡単へ忘れる？

Am I that easy to forget?

jellythingy

Do not look for someone that is fun, For that person will also be fun to others. Do not look for someone that is pretty, For that person will also be pretty to others.

Someone that is nice to you, only beautiful to you, and only fun to you, If you have that one person, life is wonderful.

I think why I enjoy my own company a lot is because I like observing the rest of the world. To me, people are like televisions and books. I like to observe and study them. It's interesting how many questions you end up with at the end of the day if you just sit there and watch.

I see myself as ordinary to be honest. I just wonder if anyone else would think so too if they got to know me. People observe and they usually think the stereotype. I've felt invisible most of my life. When I walk past people, I feel like I walk right through them. Will someone ever walk next to me, instead of past me?

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