book piles and black eyes

What can I say? Harry Potter is my childhood friend. I'm mental, weird and playful. I love music, art and writing. Recently, travelling has been a carefree and liberating journey. Reading and writing has been my therapy, my hobby and my asylum. This blog is mostly about books, words and my adventures in this world.

[law-of-attraction-central]

THE ONLY THING KEEPING YOU FROM GETTING WHAT YOU WANT IS THE STORY YOU KEEP TELLING YOURSELD ABOUT WHY YOU CANT HAVE IT - ANTHONY ROBBINS

[avoiding-the-parentals-deactiva]

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

[nimurea]

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

[poetic]

People are in such a rush to fall in love. We base our relationships off a physical connection rather than an emotional one. We force ourselves to like someone so we won’t be alone. We settle for those that don’t quite satisfy our wants and needs. Stop looking for love, let it find you. The best things in life are worth waiting for and love is definitely one of them. Sometimes it happens over night and sometimes it takes years but you have to have patience. Learn to love yourself so that you don’t feel like you need to be loved by someone else in order to feel complete.

[katria-bookpilesandblackeyes]

Exactement! It's like she's reading my thoughts

[wnq-writers]

“Love is your heart lying disillusioned to your thoughts due to the presence of something most unexpected. For under any other circumstance it simply does not do to defy the laws of survival. To lay the needs of another animal, of whom you have no biological responsibility for, ahead of your own requirements. Is it not most ludicrous? Should you desire to understand love remember that feeling overrides thought. We are consequence driven creatures and when pleasure is found we are most keen to come crawling back for more; with love each new fusion of chemicals brings a slightly different reaction more intricate and exciting than the last. It is the only time our drive for pleasure overpowers our drive for survival. Love is a mechanism we are yet to understand that holds an ability to shake us to the core. We do not control love, it controls us. To have the power to break another soul often leads us to destroy our own in panic. The disillusion leads to unexpected responses which can prove both wonderful and horrific. One day a person may jump in front of a car to protect their loved one, other days they may be the car. Love shall bring out the best and worst in an individual. There lies no person who can claim they have no weakness after falling in love. You cannot deny that love in its purest form is perhaps the most gut wrenching form of torture. But take the chemicals and the formulas and the explanations away and you’re left with two thirty seven year olds chasing each other around the apartment laughing until they fall legs entwined to the floor. You have two teenagers sitting in the library stealing glances at each other forgetting the book for all they desire to read is the other’s mind. You have an elderly couple with eyes that still glisten as if they were twenty three. So learn that this may never make any coherent sense and thus cannot truly be explained; how can we define love when love defines us?”

— DEFINE LOVE - a touching request by @mahhhhkhaela23 (via the-teenage-poet)

[katria-bookpilesandblackeyes]

#love #reblogged #words #pointofview

[thelovejournals]

you must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first

Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (via thelovejournals)

Top 10 Love Quotes of 2017

(via wordsnquotes)

Exactly what you have to be doing

[wnq-writers]

@wnq-writers 

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[blossomfully]

But sometimes, when you love someone, you stop noticing the way that they hurt you. You stop noticing the red flags. Or you ignore them. Whichever one works at the time.  You tell yourself that it doesn’t matter. You make excuses for their behaviour. All in the name of love, you tell your mother. “He loves me, he loves me, he loves me”.  Last Friday night, he took your heart and threw it onto the motorway. The next morning, he told you he’d rip out his own to replace it. Then he kissed your neck and you were whole again. For the moment, for the moment, it was love.  So you forget about the bruises and tell him that you forgive him. Cover them up with sleeves and paint. What about the psychological bruises? You don’t notice them until it’s too late. Until one day, he’s gone and you’re in love again. And the new guy asks why you flinch at his silence. And you tell him that quietness has always meant anger and conflict.  And you’ll realise that he might be gone but his bruises linger on.

Sue Zhao // Bruises  (via blossomfully)

[katria-bookpilesandblackeyes]

I’ve got so many time on my hands yet I don’t know what to do with it. How do I live? How can I live my life without any regret? 

[noorshirazie]

i am too full of warmth to fall for your charm. do not try me. when i grow tired of your games, i shall disappear entirely.

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

[thelovejournals]

You are not a back-up plan. You are worth more than someone’s second choice. You can’t force yourself to stop caring for someone, but you can tell yourself that you deserve better. Never settle to be someone’s second best. Raise your standards and choose to be with someone who will treat you with the same respect and consideration you would treat them. You can’t expect to be someone else’s priority if you aren’t your own.

Unknown (via thelovejournals)

[fyp-psychology]

You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to.

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross and David Kessler (via fyp-psychology)

Monday Thoughts

[wnq-anonymous]

Not everyone is meant to be in your future. Some people are just passing through to teach you a lesson.

Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[katria-bookpilesandblackeyes]

Don't settle for less

[wnq-writers]

the thing about her, is that she was happy alone. everyone around her was looking for a connection and something to grasp onto, but she was happy being free. she was happy being unchained, happy with no pressure of connections and love. all the love she needed was within herself, and everybody else was just a distraction from everything she was trying to achieve. she understood herself more than anyone else understood her, and that was the most beautiful thing about her.

iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)

[katria-bookpilesandblackeyes]

Monday Thoughts

“I am stronger and happier.” that’s my mantra ever since I saw you last. We met at Charing Cross Station for the first time I saw how you look at me and that’s when I knew. “I don’t love you anymore. I don’t have any feelings for you.” It felt empty and hollow. You asked me if I want to go and have coffee. “What’s the point?” I replied and you agreed. I was shattered knowing that I will never see you again. 

But my anger that resides deep within me was roaring with laughter, telling me to never see you or talk to you for making me feel this pain and for realising how you were treating me the whole time we were together. Feelings came rushing in all shape and forms. I cannot fathom the relief and pain aching in my chest. 

I was wailing for your loss, you were my first love. All of our memories comes and goes. I remember your laugh, your smile when you’re amused and when you give a big sigh as a sign of your frustration. I was afraid of losing you yet in the end you were never mine to begin with.

Your love for me was as shallow as a low tide on a sea shore whereas mine was as deep as the Adriatic Sea. I lost myself in loving you, I lost myself in you and when you set me free, I feel like I found myself again. I never thought I would say this to you:

“You’re not worth it. I know you inside and out more than ever but I hope you heal yourself. Not from the wounds I inflicted but the wounds of your childhood, your mother, your grandmother, your insecurity and your sense of belongingness, your status, your goals and dreams if you ever have them. I wish you love, for love will heal hatred and indifference in your life.”

 I don’t ever regret meeting and loving someone like you because without you I wouldn’t realised my worth, what I deserve, what I am looking for and what I was made for. 

[katria-bookpilesandblackeyes]

I used to have a passion in reading and writing but nowadays I’m just browsing on the internet, stalking famous people on social media, watching the latest television series or the must-see movie of the year. Can those be counted as passion? Not so sure about that. I used to dream of becoming a writer, I even thought of taking up journalism in college, hence I joined a writing club off the internet called Writing.com and when I reached my late teens to early twenties I discovered goodreads.com where I can write a review on books I’ve read and sometimes some novice authors giveaway their stories to review on. I don’t know the exact time I stopped writing and reading passionately but now I am looking for it. The passion for writing. But what should I write? What’s my purpose? Should I inform or inspire? Can I do both? Can I just write my thoughts and feelings? What about my opinion? Should I be knowledgeable about everything? I feel like I still lack of experience. I need to know how to get back my passion for writing. What about now? What am I doing? Am I writing with passion or writing for nothing at all?

[katria-bookpilesandblackeyes]

I think he loves me.