i'm ki

and i am not oki

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. but I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it, and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.”

—

[vomitingwords]

“I hope love finds you.” she said. “I hope it looks for you at 3am when you’ve had enough. I hope it whispers at you every time sadness creeps up in your ears. I hope it hugs you, every time fear tries to surround your whole being. I hope it kisses your tears away, not only those from your eyes, but also those cries from your heart.” she looked at him and smiled, then finally uttered, “I hope love won’t give up on you, even if you fall back on your knees, with bleeding hands refusing to hold onto.”

I hope you accept it, when it finally meets you. //ma.c.a

[iamnotoki]

I have

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“Some of us have hearts, you know. Some of us don’t give up on true love.”

— Sophie Kinsella

[poems-and-word]

“The human heart refuses To believe in a universe Without a purpose.”

— Immanuel Kant (via philosophyquotes)

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“make sure they have fallen in love with your spirit first. your body second.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

[poemswords]

[feel-the-words]

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[purplebuddhaquotes]

“It’s not that you should never love something so much that it can control you. It’s that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. It’s not a weakness. It’s your best strength.”

—

Patrick Ness

[feel-the-words]

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[purplebuddhaquotes]

“I believe with all my heart that the cliches are true, that we are our own best friends and best company, and that if you’re not right for yourself, it’s impossible to be right for anyone.”

— Rachel Machacek

[poemswords]

[lsleofskye]

They don’t call it “The Fairytale Island” for no reason | seffis

Location: Mefjordbotn, Mefjorden, Norway

[hplyrikz]

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[iamnotoki]

And something, rather, someone did.

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“My heart beat fast or did not beat at all; I could not say all that I thought and thought till words deserted me. I loved too abstractly.”

—

Anjum Hasan

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[late-nights-and-daydreams]

and i remember waking up from an already restless sleep to the feeling of your arms tightening around me, and a kiss placed delicately on the top of my head

and i finally felt like i was home ( @late-nights-and-daydreams )

[feel-the-words]

I wonder if he knows just how much electricity he produces

Because I swear

When he pulls out my chair

He charges it to 200 and I am almost scared to sit

But scared is the wrong word

It doesn’t fit right

I’m thrilled

The second my body connects with the seat

I feel the charge race through me

I want to stand back on my feet but I’m glued to where I am

I Inhale sharply at the new sensation

Breathe it back out once I realize that I can

I wonder if he noticed

I look over and his smile is wide

Like something within him has been waiting for something about me

It’s happy I’ve arrived

I see the electricity jumping from his skin

It knows something that he doesn’t

It can sense the conductive material sitting next to him

Just a foot away

And it only makes sense

Since I’ve been metal for so long

Cold to the touch and difficult to bend

I don’t change

Until I do

I reach out and touch

I mean just barely touch him

And I feel the charged pulse traveling through my blood

Down to my toes in the amount of time it takes to pull your finger away from the static shock you knew you were going to get when you touched the ballon that you just rubbed against the carpet

And I don’t even have the time to register the feeling

But something about me is different

I’ve been moved

Closer to him

Like there’s some sort of magnet in his words

They draw my metal ears in for more

I think it’s a trap

Because I know I’m just going to be shocked again

And it’s going to take my breath away each time as it knocks me farther back

Yet here I am scooting closer to the edge of my seat

Because the lightning that seems to flow from his fingers is the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen

Ever felt

Nothing has ever changed me so quickly

With such little effort

Little movement

His electricity melts me into new shape

But each new shape somehow still seems to fit perfectly with his

Like a plug into a socket

I wonder if he can tell

If he sees my hair standing on end

Because he seems so unchanged

While I become a new person every time our eyes connect

And so again I’m back to scared

And this time scared is the right word

Because I’m scared that mine is not the only medium his charge can travel through

I’m scared that his lightning will only strike this poorly installed rod once

And I will melt

And he will find an easier path to the ground

(K.P.)