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“Just because someone hurts you doesn’t mean you can simply stop loving them. It’s not a person’s actions that hurt the most. It’s the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.”
— Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us
“She’s the kind of girl you never see coming. It starts off simple and two months later you’re saying I love you, you are my world. She told me ‘I want a kiss’ and I knew I was in trouble. I want to spend every night tucked up in the mystery that is her mind. What is she thinking? What does she want? Is this enough for her? Am I enough for her? Some people you can read; she’s a novel written in another language. Love is never easily understood. Our love was unexpected, the kind you only read about. One second I was flying on a plane, the next we were falling in love. It gives me hope that the world is a good place. She gives me hope that I am good. I look into her eyes and I’m in her soul, completely transfixed. She wraps her arms around me and I swear no one has ever felt safer in this world. Fingers intertwined with mine and I’m sure we can take on the world. Lying next to her I feel her magic, the kind you can only find in a girl who finds humour in everything. She kisses me and I sprout wings that take me to a place where we’re together forever. Sometimes she laughs and I swear it’s the cure for any disease. It healed me. She feels like home. No better than that; she feels like where I belong, where I was always suppposed to be. I wasn’t looking for anyone; she showed me my forever. She's the kind of girl that can do that, steal your heart and change your life.”
— A.Y. [Love was when, one look at her and I became a lunatic.]
What does yellow mean? Is it only for the sun to define? Is it happyness and hope? Is it only for things that shine? Yellow for me means I’m trying and thus in a cosmic perspective I am precious. I see yellow painted in poetries and prose; and if I may ask, is there such a thing as a yellow rose? Yellow are the mornings that break me into a thousand laughters; Yellow are my best friends I dance in love. Yellow are the children with imaginations that touch the sky; Yellow are the soft souls who soothes broken wings to fly. If you’ve found your yellow, then you’re the luckiest being; Can’t you see the stars tonight? Yellow is the loveliest feeling.
Juansen Ryne Dizon, A yellow poem (via juansendizon)
“I TOOK CARE OF MYSELF and it wasn’t beautiful. I took care of myself and looked at the overdue bills in the face, even though it hurt. I took care of myself and cried ugly through the therapy session; made another appointment for next week. I put in the work and wrote all the bad memories in detail. I apologized to all the friends I didn’t have the energy to talk to. I finally cut off all my dead ends and bought produce; slimly avoided sustaining myself on barbecue chips and poetry. I recycled. I set an alarm for 8 hours of sleep and did not sleep more or less. I took care of myself and it wasn’t bubble baths. It wasn’t lotion at Bath and Bodyworks and three-cheese pizza. It was uncomfortable. It wasn’t beautiful, but I am, and it didn’t have to be beautiful to be worth it.”
— Schuyler Peck, The Greatest Act of Self-Love Isn’t Always Pretty
“Fall in love gently. Remind yourself that you are the longest relationship of your life. Remind yourself that you are a child of this universe and that you are worthy of happiness. Fall in love with the way you feel things deeply. The color of someone’s laughter. The texture of someone’s kindness. The nostalgia of going back to places that caused you so much pleasure and pain. You are an old soul trapped in a body that’s slowly, slowly decaying. You are a traveler of both the outer world and the inner world. Fall in love with your failures. The events that shaped you into becoming who you are today. Embrace your shortcomings for they serve as a lesson in your formless memory. Forgive yourself for everything that is causing you so much pain. It is a brutal process, and you must get through it. Self-hate can only generate more worry in your life. Let it go. You don’t have to carry it forever. Fall in love with your body. Romanticize it. The freckles on your face are constellations. The heart-shaped birthmark right behind your hips. The positive aura of your gummy smile. The way that your body is working hard to keep you alive like electricity lighting up a whole city on a cloudless night. Fall in love with your existence. The little things that make you who you are. The poetry that you write. The instrument that you play. The way you put your makeup on as you face another challenging day. These little things that make you who you are come from the way you express your being. Fall in love with yourself until you finally feel like home.”
— Juansen Dizon, This Is How You Should Fall In Love With Yourself
“You’ll meet him. Through a friend, in one of your classes, somewhere. You’ll meet him - the bad boy with the tough aura. Eyes direct away from him yet yours are drawn to him. A smirk on his face yet a smile always dances on yours. Eyes cold , pitch black like a winters night and yours are warm and bright like a mid summer day. Polar fucking opposites. And then you’ll speak to him. May it be a small excuse me as you accidentally bump into each other or it may be a conversation full of his sly flirty remarks and your cheeks flushing red. And you’ll speak to him. - but for some reason it won’t go out of your head. The boy with walls built high enough to tower you , the boy who constantly keeps on this facade of not caring , him. He just won’t go away. And then suddenly it’s like he’s everywhere. You’re walking in school corridors and you see him , your out with your friends and out of no where your eyes catch these familiar ones that not only leaves you with a tingling sensation in your stomach but also gives you chills going down your spine. And you’ll hate it. Your life is finally put together, after so much shit everything’s going okay and suprisingly you’re okay and out of no where it’s like you’ve received a blow to your face cause suddenly everything’s about him. And you’ll hate it. And he’ll be in and out of your life for months - and it’s like everything’s falling apart but you don’t seem to care cause the boy who’s got twenty other girls on his line and a group of gangs after him is also the boy who has admitted to liking you even though he’s never liked anyone. He’s the boy who you stayed up till 4 in the morning with speaking about anything and everything. He’s the boy who held your hand when you were scared and hugged you to his chest. He’s the boy who protects , who constantly tells you he’s proud of you and that you mean so much to him. He’s the boy who’s made a group of girls unknown to you develop a hate for you over the fact that you’re speaking to the boy that also holds their hearts in the palm of his hands. And then out of no where when everything’s fucking perfect he’ll disappear. That’s the bad boy with the tough aura.
— via @smileyangels
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You deserve someone who actually gives a shit about you. Someone who doesn’t just see you as an extension of themself. Someone who would actually be afraid to lose you. Don’t let anyone else make you believe otherwise.
