You Are Perfect To Me

[giulie396]

Vi auguro di trovare una persona che “insiste”; che non molla, non vi molla per stupide “incomprensioni caratteriali”, al primo no o che si spaventa dei vostri muri, ma che vi tiene stretti per non farvi scivolare dalle loro mani, dal cuore, che trova e prova qualsiasi armatura e attrezzatura per buttar giù ogni mattone. Vi auguro di trovare quel qualcuno che non vi dia modo di elemosinare l’amore, mai. Non lasciatevi fregare dalle giustificazioni, l’amore come le attenzioni, non ne hanno bisogno.

[giulie396]

Entra pure, prego, fa come fossi in cuor tuo, siediti, serviti, lo so, c’è un po’ di disordine e non hai visto la testa, lì c’è un casino... ma la metterò a posto.

[giulie396]

-Ma tu mi ami?- chiese Alice.

-No, non ti amo.- rispose il Bianconiglio. Alice corrugò la fronte e iniziò a sfregarsi nervosamente le mani, come faceva sempre quando si sentiva ferita.

-Ecco, vedi?- disse il Bianconiglio -Ora ti starai chiedendo quale sia la tua colpa, perché non riesca a volerti almeno un po’ di bene, cosa ti renda così imperfetta, frammentata. Proprio per questo non posso amarti. Perché ci saranno giorni nei quali sarò stanco, adirato, con la testa tra le nuvole e ti ferirò. Ogni giorno accade di calpestare i sentimenti per noia, sbadataggine, incomprensione. Ma se non ti ami almeno un po’, se non crei una corazza di pura gioia intorno al tuo cuore, i miei deboli dardi si faranno letali e ti distruggeranno. La prima volta che ti ho incontrato ho fatto un patto con me stesso: mi sarei impedito di amarti fino a che non avessi imparato tu per prima a sentirti preziosa per te stessa. Perciò Alice no, non ti amo. Non posso farlo.

[giulie396]

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

[giulie396]

I don’t think I love very many things but here are the ones I can think of: I love the first sip of coffee in the morning, I love reading someone else’s words and finding a connection in them, I love the feeling a good song invokes, I love wondering, I love driving at night with no destination, I love the gentle kind of sadness like a reminder that I can feel.

Marianna Paige

[giulie396]

Never trust a mirror, for a mirror always lies, it makes you think that all you’re worth, can be seen from the outside. Never trust a mirror, it only shows you what’s skin deep, you can’t see how your eyelids flutter, when you’re drifting off to sleep, it doesn’t show you what the world sees, when you’re only being you, or how your eyes just light up, when you’re loving what you do, it doesn’t capture when you’re smiling, where no one can see, and your reflection cannot tell you, everything you mean to me, never trust a mirror, for it only shows your skin, and if you think that it dictates your worth, it’s time you looked within.

[giulie396]

I want the kind of love that feels like running in the rain at night. The kind where I have no idea where I am going, but feel every second of it. To be lost and found...all at once.

Erin Van Vuren

[giulie396]

“Maybe we are here to love wildily, passionately and fearlessly.” Whispered the heart. “You are going to get us all killed!” Yelled the brain.

[giulie396]

I do not crave anyone who will fix me, just someone who will hold my hand while I fix myself.

[giulie396]

Italy summer 1985.

Peach & honey in the air. Ice-cream cones on the pavment, windows flung wide-open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind-chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat-haze. There’s a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the-edges kind of beauty about this dream, & you, paint-spattered camera-flash on your skin, you & you, & you. I want to live like this forever. Always reaching for each other and never quite touching. Light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. Call it love, call it anything you want. In this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names/ in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time/ in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

[giulie396]

I am empty and I am full always and never simultaneously. I am greedy in my self-loathing gleeful in my bliss. I scratch until I bleed and then I scratch some more. It hurts until it doesn’t. And then it hurts some more.

[giulie396]

We’re waiting for tomorrow, but tomorrow never comes, our last breath is right upon our heels, yet we still refuse to run, 86400 seconds, and we’re in another day, all slipping through our fingers, as we look the other way, days, weeks, months and years, are made up of right now, a string of fleeting moments, that we never can pin down, we gaze into the future, as though it’s where we’re meant to be, always planning for that day, when we can say that we’re happy, we spend so long looking forward, that we may as well be blind, since we don’t see until the very end, all the things we’ve left behind, now I know it’s just a theory, but I think I’ve worked out how, the only way to happiness, is to love what we have now.

[giulie396]

Welcome to society, we hope you enjoy your stay, and please feel free to be yourself, as long as it’s in the right way, make sure you love your body, not too much or we’ll tear you down, we’ll bully you for smiling, and then wonder why you frown, we’ll tell you that you’re worthless, that you shouldn’t make a sound, and then cry with all the others, as you’re buried in the ground, you can fall in love with anyone, as long as it’s who we choose, and we’ll let you have your opinions, but please shape them to our views, welcome to society, we promise that we won’t deceive, and one more rule now that you’re here, there’s no way you can leave.

[giulie396]

Loving me will not be easy. It will be war. You will hold the gun and I will hand you the bullets. So breathe, and embrace the beauty of the massacre that lies ahead.

R. M. Drake

[giulie396]

All she ever wanted was unpredictable kisses and unforgettable laughter.

Brandon Villasenor

[giulie396]

Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It’s ordinary to love the beautiful, but it’s beautiful to love the ordinary.

[giulie396]

“It’s been an ugly day”, she said. ‘Tell me something beautiful?’. And he said her name.