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go where your heart is calling.

“I know we’re going to grow up and we’re not going to be as close as we are now. We’re going to have our own lives and we’ll forget all the promises we made to each other. I know this. And it breaks my heart. But you know you can always count on me, right? You call, I’ll pick up.”

— some friendships defy everything. (via c0ntemplations)

c0ntemplations

Whoever taught us that closure was sitting down and having coffee with someone to talk about what happened and why it all went wrong? Sometimes closure is just one conversation too long that opens up another can of worms and a whole lot of heartache. Maybe closure is just you, on your own, deciding it’s no longer important enough to be in your life.

phone calls with a wise friend.

clubsprout

how lucky do two people have to be in order to fall for each other at exactly the right time in exactly the right way

blossomfully

“One day you will have had a really good day and you will call to tell me about it but when I answer the phone I’ll be crying, and suddenly you’ll feel angry. You will think, “why does she always have to be so sad? Why must she seek so much attention?” You’ll ask, “what’s wrong?” but you won’t listen. You might even put the phone down and make yourself a cup of tea. When the call goes silent you’ll come back and say, “I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough day.” And I’ll say, “ I’m sorry I keep going on about me. How was your day?” And you’ll start talking but you’ll talk a little too fast because you didn’t want to listen but now you feel guilty. And in the end, this is how we will go, with a toxic mix of guilt and indifference. And in the end, I hope you don’t blame me because I won’t blame you. I won’t blame you.”

— Sue Zhao

blossomfully

can you please write about long distance love. i'm dating a boy who lives abroad, I'm seeing him again in a couple of weeks but all i can do is think about him and honestly i think i could die from the pain. i know it's not feasible to live like this but even loving him through the distance means more to me than anyone here.

When I think about you, I do not think about all the things keeping us apart. I do not think about the distance. I do not think about the oceans, the mountains, the roads. I do not think about the space.

I think about the feeling of your hands and the imprints they have left on my skin. I think about the poetry in your soul. I think about last Tuesday night when I fell asleep to the sound of your breathing and felt as close to you as I have ever felt to anybody.

I know that the distance is an inconvenience. But love has never been for convenience. It has always been more.

You are more. You are more. To me, you are everything.