Thru the Thorns & Stars

It goes on and on and infinitely. Things change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.

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4:49 AM

It’s dawn again and as always, like any other early morning, I’m wide awake. 

I was reading something from ao3 when a particular paragraph reminded me of a certain first love. /physically cringing from those two words/

I am happily in a relationship right now but it made me look back to the foolish person I once was during those years. I’m not gonna go into specifics but it costed too many downfalls - friendship(s), academic marks, confidence and perhaps positive outlook in life. 

But I digress, the story also reminded me of how much I used to write and that’s why I ended up here again. Trying to find some bits of memories of how I used to write off my feelings. Preferring to share my thoughts to strangers, albeit intentionally vague, instead of sharing them to actual people.

And as I’m typing this right now, I’m reminded of that notebook I kept for years. Not really a journal, but more of a timeline with that person. It’s funny. I’ll probably read it tomorrow if I’m still feeling sentimental or never as It would just give me flashbacks of my stupid years.

This entry is very haphazardly thrown together. Partly because I want to write and partly because I just want to remember. 

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I like to believe that we’ve gotten better. That there’s jo more trouble looming around us. I’d like to believe that a little longer.

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6.16

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Almost is truly never enough.

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6.13

[perrfectly]

Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.

Iain S. Thomas  (via perrfectly)

[theprocast]

Love her. No. Don’t just tell her a thousand I love you’s everyday. Mean it. She is not always flawless. You see, There are days she will feel that she is the ugliest person in the world but tell her she is beautiful. No. Not once. Repeat it until she believe you. On days that she feels fat, look at her like she is the sexiest woman alive. Fall in love with her everyday or whenever you have that moment to just… Fall for her. When she is sleeping or waiting for you in the coffee table. Or holding your hand while walking. Not just with her luscious kissable lips but also when it’s cracked and freezing. Fall in love with her messy hair in the morning and with her mood swings. Also with her unpredictable weirdness and humor. Hug her. Yes. Hug her tight when she feels that no one is there for her. Don’t ever make her feel alone. And pick her up. When the world shatters her into million pieces. Be her fantasy and reality combined. Aid her. With your love and attention. Heal the bruises of her soul with the assurance that you are hers and nothing but hers. Kiss her when she is weak and hold her. Stand along with her. She might not always say it. But she needs someone to make her feel loved. Be that someone. Love her.

(via procastiwriters)

[hplyrikz]

I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

Jenna, Waitress (via hplyrikz)

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6.12

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6.10

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6.8

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6.7