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N 20 Manila Photo hobbyist

[altruisticwriter]

“I killed a plant once because i gaveit too much water. Lord, I worry that love is violence.”

-joseolivarez

[i-wrotethisforme]

If he’s meant for you, he won’t make you feel sick when he’s out with his friends. Sometimes there are clear cut signs when someone isn’t right for you and it’s the second you find yourself checking if his Instagram followers went up or if you can’t sleep when his phone is face down on the dresser. Is that what you want for the rest of your life? For me, I really thought it was, but then I realized it doesn’t matter how good the good parts are if the bad parts make you sick.

[arabwife]

My intuition is spot on, I be knowing shit before I be knowing shit

[i-wrotethisforme]

There’s always going to be someone else. Someone that’s better for you. I told that to my ex when he was crying for me to take him back, I tell that to my friends when they’re going through breakups, and I tell that to myself whenever I need to hear it-which is often and always the hardest. But we always, always move on and love again and those low points we thought we’d never get past, well they always become distant memories. Because the amazing thing about us as humans is we’re capable of loving more than one person in our lifetime and our feelings are capable of change. So even if you really did love someone with all your heart, it doesn’t mean you can’t use all your heart again to love someone else.

[ashstfu]

sorry for having great tits and correct opinions on everything. as if its my fault

[aidashakur]

romantic stuff without having to ask for it, top tier.

[thislittletoad]

oh, to be cuddling your significant other on a rainy day, hidden underneath a pile of warm blankets

[i-wrotethisforme]

Two years ago I used to always go to a rooftop bar across from my office with my coworkers, who were also my best friends, to see a bartender I was kind of dating. Now I don’t work in that office anymore, I no longer talk to those people, and my bartender lives in LA where he’s making another girl a drink with way too many cherries in it and charging her $1 for being ‘too damn cute.’

But I still walk past that bar twice a week and feel the exact same way I did when I’d walk towards it two years ago, but I’ll never go inside. Because even though on the outside it feels the same, I know that on the inside everything’s completely different. Because it was never about the bar. The bar is just four walls and red barstools and drinks I can get anywhere. It was the people I came with and the person we went there to see that made it mean anything. But if I don’t go inside I can pretend we’re all in there laughing, drinking, flirting, gossiping, and for a few seconds I can actually feel it.

[i-wrotethisforme]

This one still hurts

[i-wrotethisforme]

I hope when your friends ask what happened with me, you tell them you messed up. I hope three years from now it was still the biggest mistake of your life. I hope when you end up with someone nine years younger than you who’s never had a stable job in her life, you’ll see me getting promoted for the third time on LinkedIn and you won’t congratulate me. I hope you miss watching me cook for you on my granite countertops with the Empire State Building in the background and I hope she never lets you pick the music. I hope one day you want exactly what you wouldn’t give to me and you’ll wish it wasn’t too late but it will be. And I hope you realize that breaking my heart is exactly what wrecked yours.

[tordenvejr]

love hides in questions, you cannot ask a thing without giving yourself away. how was your day? (i hope it was good) when can i see you again? (i pray it's soon) do you feel safe with me? (i feel safe with you) what is your favorite color? (i wish to enrobe you in all that makes you smile)

[refuse2obeyy]

You will meet many types of people in your life. You will meet delicate flowers, raging oceans, quiet forests, towering mountains, and colourful skies. You will meet thunderstorms, you will meet lightning. They will knock you down, they will leave you breathless. You will meet sunrises, you will meet gardens. They will give you light, they will take you on adventures. Explore them. Get lost with them. They all have something to teach you. 

[tulipsncigars-deactivated202605]

I'm not settling for the bare minimum,

I want top tier. The best of the best.

[limplylimerent]

I’ll respect your opinion as long as your opinion doesn’t disrespect anybody’s existence.

[voxquietus-deactivated20210208]

THIS PHRASE SHOULD BE WRITTEN EVERYWHERE AROUND THE WORLD.

[iambrillyant]

“everything you do that is rooted in love will always flow back to you, everything you do that is rooted in fear will often crash, but this is how oceans travel within you; what you put in is what you get back, and your intentions are what dictate the waves.”

— iambrillyant

[soracities]

insisting on the magic in the mundane really is the only, only way to get through this life with some fragment of your sanity intact

[ninasdrafts]

“Somehow what we meant to say to each other got lost over the years, time chipping away at our words and wearing them down like waves slapping against stone. With time they lost their meaning. It’s getting hard to recall the nights we were so close we could hardly tell where one body ended and where the other began. These moments don’t leave visible scars, but on some days I find myself wishing they did. I want to look at a scab on my hand and remember that this is where you touched me, once. This is where your fingertips burned me and the skin never stitched back together. You did not manage to scar me that way, but you left a mark on me all the same and still - what we had is so far gone that on most days I can’t even feel a trace of it. But sometimes, when I close my eyes and think of your smile, it’s like I hear your voice on the wind, carried over by a soft breeze that kisses my cheeks. I hear your laughter in the rustling of the leaves and in the rain hitting the pavement. That’s when I know that maybe we should have held on a little longer and it is then that it hits me hardest: how two people might change and adapt, smooth their once jagged edges to fit better together and how they fight to untangle these two pieces of a whole again once it’s over. We spent so many days learning our curves and edges and mistakes to understand the full picture and when it all crashes and burns, we do our best to unlearn it all again. The way you talk softly in your sleep, how your hands have to be occupied at all times, that you never knew what it is like to trust somebody. I know all these things now and have to live with them. And I wonder what the point is - why I’ve tried so hard to get to know you just to forget you again. It feels like I’ve been preparing myself to let you go from the very first time your fingers brushed mine.”

— letting go from the get-go / n.j.

[pridefulsuggestion]

perhaps your love belongs with you, right now, and not someone else.