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I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.
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She wasn’t my first kiss but she’s the kiss that mattered, the kiss that made me realize I didn’t want to kiss anyone else. So now my lips belong to her. Just look at them… Her name’s written all over them.
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A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
I was so focused on making you happy that I forgot that I’m supposed to be happy too.
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Karlie Kloss attends the  68th annual Cannes Film Festival on May 13, 2015 in Cannes, France.
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.
Glennon Doyle Melton’s Lessons from the Mental Hospital Ted Talk (via fiftyninewords)
And I think the thing that terrifies me most is that one day, you’ll be the story I’ll tell my daughter, when she’s curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets and heartbreak, when she hasn’t eaten anything in days but the voicemails he left her, when she hasn’t been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke her shatters her bones all over again every time she closes her fucking eyes. And I’ll climb into bed with her and she’ll lay her head on my lap and I’ll try to brush him out of her hair and her tears will soak through my shirt and I’ll tell her about the boy I met when I was sixteen, who sat next to me in math class, who I fell in love with after two weeks, who saved me, who fucking destroyed me. And I’ll tell her about how it hurt. It hurt so badly it almost killed me. It hurt so badly my mother stopped going to work so she could stay home and make sure I didn’t take too many pills. And then I’ll tell her about how it got better. How it stopped hurting. How I stopped bleeding. My mother went back to work. I got out of bed. But I won’t tell her that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breathe the next day or about the pictures of you I have hidden in the attic.
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“Reading a book is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised”Wislawa Syzmborska
Books. Such wonderful things. They contain hidden mysteries, secret places waiting to be discovered; they whisper to us, and make our imagination grow and bloom like a flower in the spring. There is just so much wonder in books that is still to be unlocked, still to be uncovered. It’s funny how these different combinations of words can lead to so much thought and sheer BEAUTY, like how do these authors do it? I love to just pick up a good book, sit on the couch with a nice cup of chai. Mmmmm just thinking about it makes me warm and fuzzy.
Sadly, I think we have forgotten how to appreciate books for just EXISTING because they truly deserve to be acknowledged. It’s actually quite depressing, I used to read sooso much: in my free time, in lessons (I walked on the wild side, I know), in the car, at MEALS, and the unspoken truth: on the toilet. Ok, we all do it come on. I definitely do not read as much as I used to. My time is being EATEN by the monster that is GCSE’s, and just…I always get DISTRACTED by my phone or my computer. Which is a state which I do not want to be in. I WANT to read, and of course I still do, but maybe like a quarter of how much I used to. Sighhhhh.
Wow, I detect quite a gloomy undertone now and let me just brighten it up a little by saying that one of my New Year’s Resolutions is to read at least 3 books a month, and so far, it’s actually going well! I’ve recently been working through the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, which is so brilliantly funny and clever- 10/10 highly recommend. Before that I was reading various Sherlock Holmes stories (which I absolutely LOVE- so much smart VOCAB learnt) and before that I was reading the Maze Runner series which omg can I just SAY. LOVE. 10000/10. AMAZING. I was obsessed for like 2 MONTHS with this series and was fangirling with my friend who had introduced me to the series (thank the LORDS she did I am eternally grateful). DYLAN O’BRIEN IN THE MOVIE. JUST. Can we just take a moment of silence for the beautiful gloriousness that is Dylan O’Brien. Amen. But yeah, I really want to read MORE so I’m just setting myself goals and finding books that I really like! That’s the ticket. More like that’s the cinema ticket that I’ll be BOOKing (see what I did there) to go see DylAN O’BRIEN IN THE MAZE RUNNER.
I think we all need to read more. Here is my 100% working method for just that:
1. Pick up a new or old book that’s interesting to you
2. Find some quiet time and a quiet space, preferably a nice COMFY, quiet space, like a bed (with a nice duvet of course) or a couchÂ
3. Retrieve a blanket (or a duvet)
4. Retrieve mug of tea/ chai latte
5. Read on brother
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.” - George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
