Somethings Gotta Give @heyahufff - Tumblr Blog

god I wish Tumblr was still a place where all my favorite people online lived now at best it’s more like coming home after moving away and driving past all the houses of your old friends, “people I love used to live there” you’d say.

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naturaekos

“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds.”

Andrea Gibson (via naturaekos)

goodreadss

I think it’s important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back.

Paulo Coelho (via goodreadss)

goodreadss

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami (via goodreadss)

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this is not the end. this is not the beginning. this is simply the middle. you are directly in it, and you need to look forward. no one, no thing, no place, no thought matters save your goals and ambitions. you dreams are watercolors waiting to be put on canvas. remember, you are in the middle, stopping now would be a mistake. don’t get lulled into anger, and revenge, and chasing intangibles. if you know your purpose, put your head down. if you don’t know what you’re supposed to do, explore (anywhere, everywhere– your mind, the entire world) and don’t stop until you find it. this is not the end.