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[books-n-quotes]

“In my head I know I’ve been in love before, but it doesn’t feel like it. Being in love with you is better than the first time. It feels like the first time and the last time and the only time all at once.”

— Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything (via books-n-quotes)

[quotemadness]

“Have you ever met someone, spent less than thirty minutes with them and thought ‘I could easily love you’”

— Donte Collins

[books-n-quotes]

“To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.”

— Hannah Kent, Burial Rites

[books-n-quotes]

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via books-n-quotes)

[ittybum]

I'm opening up and falling apart - a single touch kills me, undoes me. I wonder if phoenixes think they’re dying too, when their wings stutter and disintegrate. Do they worry that they won’t come back? Do the ashes of their past dreams taste like cigarettes and hands all over, or do they taste like something new, a taste their old tongue couldn't ever catch? I'm opening up and falling apart - fire burns me but the flames are so entrancing. I wonder if death is the only reason to live, I wonder if rebirth is the only way to begin to. I'm opening up and falling apart - and when my cells regenerate, they won’t remember you.

[naturaekos]

here’s  Inspirational Quote/text  that matches the first letter of your name:

[caloriq]

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

[mina-saiko]

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.  Haruki Murakami 

[isfoundyou]

You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot - it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.  Maya Angelou

[mejodrama]

“You have to accept that sometimes that’s how things happen in this world. People’s opinions, their feelings, they go one way, then the other. It just so happens you grew up at a certain point in this process.”

[takashiyasui]

Tokyo in spring

[ittybum]

Remember all this.

And the sun will shine tomorrow. And the days will pass. And the memories will fade. And the troubles won’t last. And the moon will smile. And the rain won’t drop. And the bad times will be over. And your tears will stop. And you’ll think of good. Of the me’s and you. And your weight will lift. Your burdens are through.

[ittybum]

I fancy myself as me. Now, that may sound simple, but me being me took a long time to learn. I was trapped in a place where I thought to be cool, to be hip, to be loved or wanted, I had to be someone and something else. I thought I was not worthy, so I made up me. And I was a different me as to who I was around. But, I realized that while they may have been happy with me, I wasn’t. So I became me. The most important person to me. Me. I found out it was okay to be me.

[ittybum]

We’ve all stared at ourselves in the mirror for too long and spotted out the millions of different things about our appearances that we think of as ‘ugly’, either because someone has said something rude about it or because we’re merely staring at ourselves for too long. And they’re both kind of ridiculous because;

Anyone who cares enough about what someone looks like to make them feel pathetic and/or depressed about it, is at least as insecure about themselves and they feed off of knowing that someone else may be a little more miserable than they are.

ANYTHING that you stare at for too long and over-analyse, loses its beauty and meaning through our perceptions. So it’s all pretty much illusions, right?

[ittybum]

When I look into her eyes, I swear there must be galaxies. Because she has seen the world and her journey has taken her to places you would not only dream of, but never wish to visit. She isn’t broken though. Even though her soul entered an abyss no other person could escape, she came out stronger than you and I hope to ever be. I only wish that the smile she wears right now stays longer because I don’t want her to feel that way again. No one should.

[sofuckingbeautifulbabyy]

[ittybum]

Jon Stewart, explaining to young people why books are awesome.

[ittybum]

The light was red when I pulled out my phone and hovered above a blank text. I knew what I wanted to say - everything I shouldn't. I cry in apologies for the parts of me I give away, for I know I love in just as many hearts. From the moment you entered my thoughts, I knew there was no way that the clouds would visit without a warrant to feel the wind press my toes together, and cultivate a promise out of lips that haven’t moved since I kissed your name. Missing you starts in the movement of my tongue, in the dry patches of my smile that only glow when I cover your voice with a highlighted hello to remember for later. Missing you starts when I know I’ll love you forever, though you’re never coming back.

[ittybum]

When someone leaves you

1. You will feel destroyed and broken for the weeks, months, sometimes years, but that is normal and that is okay. Allow yourself to feel every broken inch of your body, kiss the bruises yourself, and tend to your gushing wounds; tell your body it will heal itself like it knows how to.

2. Recognize the difference between this ghost of a person who still haunts you and a genuine, kind soul who only has your best intentions at heart. Realize goodness when it walks into your life, not when it’s after they left and it’s too late to amend your mistakes. Don’t allow the trauma of your past to shape your future.

3. Even if you meet the right person, and it’s the wrong time, it’s okay to kindly turn them away because your heart should be prioritized over theirs. You’re allowed to seek your own happiness.

4. If the person who left you attempts to crawl back into your life, you have every right to reject them, or simply ignore them. He/she made the conscious, concrete decision to remove themselves from your heart, and in doing so, disrupted the course of your life eternally. After all your months/years of painful recovery and re-learning the art of living, they have no right to re-enter the life they left, and you reserve the ability to deny them access to any aspect of you. Do not let someone from your past re-damage your present, for they belong in yesterday and should live there eternally.  

5. Learn to love yourself, above anyone, forever and always. Your deepest vows of adoration and commitment should be to your own mind and body, first and foremost.

[ittybum]

You don’t need another human to survive

Don’t ever allow anyone to fool you into believing you need another human to survive. Why do you need a separate pair of hands when you can glide your fingertips over your own skin in times of distress, or another pair of eyes when you can look into the mirror, when you can look within yourself? Another beating heart can hardly create louder rhythms than the one within your own ribcage; allow your own heartbeat to lull you to sleep, my darling.

Live your life. Live your life in vivid technicolors and shadowed whispers, live your life in treeshades and rooftop bars. Live your life so fully that you become an overflowing cup with no room for others, because all your happiness derives from yourself.

Give to others. Give without the expectation of receiving anything, because to hope for the uncontrollable is to place your happiness in others’ hands. Give the depressed your laughter, give the poor your time, and give the misunderstood your kindness. What they’ll give you in return will be invaluable.

Love yourself. Love yourself with such a ferocious intensity that you cannot even imagine what it is like to be loved by another human being–because that time will come when it comes, and needn’t be worried over. Love yourself in the here and now, because no one else will do it for you; and by giving yourself that gift of self-acceptance, you are proving your invincibility to the world.

[ittybum]

Torture Chamber

       There are times where I can go days without speaking to anyone but myself. I converse with the wild voice in the back of my mind, the same one that haunts me in my dreams every night. Poisonous words spit out from its greedy tongue as it revels in my pain, its cold hands slowly squeezing around my heart. It knows just how to manipulate me by telling me the lies I desire to hear—and in one stroke, it vanquishes any sense of lingering hope I may have drawn up the courage to take hold of. It utters words that send me into shivers as I huddle in the corner of my room, and then proceeds to cackle with malice as it realizes the toll its cruel words have taken on me. It delivers lashes with steel whips at my bare ankles, driving stakes into my soft flesh. It takes no heed of the saltwater already streaming down my face as I turn every which way in the fruitless attempt to hide from its endless stream of taunts and insults. And yet, my walls have already broken, my bridges have already crashed into the ocean beneath it, and I am utterly alone and vulnerable. There is no creature worth its mercy, and not one soul spared from its infliction of pain—especially not I, as broken as I am. I am the perfect target, the one who elicits the most joy in my own pain.

       But one day, its voice starts to lose its shrieking cacophony and takes on a more familiar tone. It’s with great surprise when I finally realize that this ugly, hideous voice, is none other than my own. The most terrifying demon lives within the very walls of… me. I am my own torture chamber. I am my own fears as long as I cannot learn to accept myself.

[ittybum]

Bacon & Eggs

Another night, another bar. She sighed to her beer and her phone lit up. She replied with hurried thumbs “I don’t know. Don’t wait up.” Hit send. Tossed the damn thing on the bar and scanned. “You ready for another?” the bartender asked, seeing her glass empty. She looked around a bit more, rolled her eyes, and sighed. “Yeah, why not. Lazy-eye that while you’re at it, will ya?” she asked, nodding to her bag on the bar. She made her way to the juke box with a fistful of quarters and a fresh pint. Fuck it, she thought. I’m here, might as well enjoy it. She slotted the quarters and tapped out a slew of numbers from memory. As she walked back to her stool, the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of strangers straggling in. This is always where they go. The last place you hit when you’re done downtown. The dive. She settled at the bar and waited. Eventually, one of the group of five — two of whom were still wearing sunglasses despite the fact it was after 1 a.m. — came up to the bar with their order. He was cool, nonchalant — but not in that pretentious hipster way — this one was authentically cool. She chanced a glance over and brown met blue and he winked. “Hey sugar,” he said with a half-smile. “Hey,” she said, dismissively. He got the drinks and went back to the table. She watched him cut up with his friends in the reflection on the TV above the bar as she sipped her beer and chatted idly with the couple of regulars still left standing. Eventually she lost interest, until she felt a presence beside her again. She didn’t need to look — she knew from the glass it was him. “Second round?” she asked, feigning disinterest. “Nah — cashing out. We gotta move on.” “Really?” she asked, interest piqued. “I mean, you don’t have to … you could hang with me.” “Well, yeah, but the guys, they wa —” “Fuck the guys. This place is dead. Let them leave. Hang out with me, we’ll figure the rest out later.” He took the table’s drinks in two hands and stepped back from the bar, but not before whispering moist in her ear. “Don’t go nowhere, okay?” She watched the reflection in the TV absentmindedly; unconcerned. The boys drank. She talked with a few other late-night stragglers. The boys left. The boy remained. She didn’t even notice ‘till she felt a presence at the barstool next and saw a fresh pint in front. She looked over and smiled. “You stayed?” “You asked,” he said, holding up his glass. She tapped hers to his and smiled, turning towards him. They managed to talk those beers dry; then they talked through two more and somehow managed a shot in between. At some point a cab was called and that cab deposited them at a door and they stumbled out and she fumbled keys and then they stumbled some more. Just past the doorway his lips and hips pressed her against the wall opposite and there was no holding back. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They wanted to drink each other in as much as horizons suck in the sun at night. Why is it that only dawn breaks? Surely night is supreme, and pauses for rest between release. She let herself dissolve into him, her hipbones interlocking with his like perfect puzzle pieces do. She found the wall sliding down her back as she met the floor. There was no holding back. She felt his hands groping; he felt her fingers grasping. He reached and squeezed as her nails wrote new lines on the canvas of his back. Eventually they found their way to some bed. She laid back and smiled as he kissed behind her ear, down her neck, down her sternum, down. She arched her back and whimpered. He bit down on her inner thigh before pulling up. He slid across her and whispered in her ear “I knew.” She smiled and whispered back, “I did too.” It’s fair to say nothing was whispered after that point. She woke up shocked the chest she’d thought was a dream was actually a pillow. She poked him. “Humph?!? What?!?” he stirred. “Just making sure,” she smiled. He squeezed her closer with a smile and she smiled and they went back to sleep. What, you were expecting breakfast?