fullmoon

[shareaquote]

“I kind of felt like I had lost myself and it was because I was giving myself to a lot of people.”

— aftertheam

[jose-t-deactivated20180301]

the older I get the more I realize the value of privacy, of cultivating your circle and only letting certain people in. You can be open, honest, and real while still understanding not everyone deserves a seat at the table of your life.

[pir-ado]

x hippie blog x

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

“God forbid one day we are no longer together, please remember me. Please remember our firsts–our first kiss, our first date, our first road trip, the first time we said “I love you,” and the first time I met your parents. Please remember the sounds–my laughter, my snores, my snorts, my out-of-tune singing to country songs, the radio playing our songs, and the melody you make me sing when your skin is upon my skin. Please remember the scent–the smell of my shampoo, the perfume that reminded me of my favourite Eric Church song, the candles we lit, and the scent that lingered on your clothes and bed, even when I was gone. Please remember how I look–in your sweatpants and hoodie, in my sundresses, in the middle of an open road with the wind blowing through my hair, and every time I said you were my world. Please remember the times–our 13-hour date, conquering all four Disney World parks in one day, dances in the kitchen, the sunsets we watched, and the Sundays we spent in sweatpants on the couch, breaking diets. Please remember your favourites–the kind of hugs after a long work day, the kisses we give first thing in the morning and the last at nights, the way we hold hands when you drove, and the tickle fights that neither of us could win. Please do remember me. Please remember it all.”

— Ming D. Liu

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

“I’ve been told that people have tendencies to choose the option that is safer, and, I am far from that. I am dangerous, highly toxic, with a dose of ‘I’ll drive you mad and crazy,’ but you’ll find yourself still thinking about me some day out of the blue. Even when I am gone. I know I am not safe. I know I am a ticking bomb waiting to go off. I know I am sometimes the brakes that don’t always work, leading to the crash that’s inevitable. I’m the steering wheel that will take you to all the wrong places, or maybe, maybe I am the hole in your tires, stopping you from getting to where you were heading. Hell, I’m even the cracks in your windows during the middle of winter, with the chilly breeze that makes your hands too cold to focus on what’s in front of you, or the dusty rear view mirror that prevents you from seeing clearly. I am dysfunctional. I am a wild ride. I will intoxicate you without whiskey or vodka, but you know what? I am one hell of a ride. I am sure worth the drive.”

— Stories I’ll tell one day #74 – Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

[bl-ossomed]

“Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.”

— (via hplyrikz)

[adrasteiax]

“How can I teach her some way of being human that won’t destroy her?”

— Margaret Atwood, from Solstice Poem in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″

[untamedunwanted]

“One of the purest things that will ever happen to you is when you are having the worst day, and you’re rushing around mundane tasks inside your life trying to avoid catching up with yourself because you will crumble and you don’t want anyone to see that, and someone takes your hands and says “Hey, slow down. Just tell me what’s wrong.” Suddenly that huge hole inside your head and your heart feel just a bit better. Because someone does care. And someone loves you enough to know you need to crumble and doesn’t let you do it alone.”

— Nikita Gill

[sowingseason113-blog]

“The best feeling is when you look at him and he’s already staring.”

—

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

“I’ve been told that people have tendencies to choose the option that is safer, and, I am far from that. I am dangerous, highly toxic, with a dose of ‘I’ll drive you mad and crazy,’ but you’ll find yourself still thinking about me some day out of the blue. Even when I am gone. I know I am not safe. I know I am a ticking bomb waiting to go off. I know I am sometimes the brakes that don’t always work, leading to the crash that’s inevitable. I’m the steering wheel that will take you to all the wrong places, or maybe, maybe I am the hole in your tires, stopping you from getting to where you were heading. Hell, I’m even the cracks in your windows during the middle of winter, with the chilly breeze that makes your hands too cold to focus on what’s in front of you, or the dusty rear view mirror that prevents you from seeing clearly. I am dysfunctional. I am a wild ride. I will intoxicate you without whiskey or vodka, but you know what? I am one hell of a ride. I am sure worth the drive.”

— Stories I’ll tell one day #74 – Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

“God forbid one day we are no longer together, please remember me. Please remember our firsts–our first kiss, our first date, our first road trip, the first time we said “I love you,” and the first time I met your parents. Please remember the sounds–my laughter, my snores, my snorts, my out-of-tune singing to country songs, the radio playing our songs, and the melody you make me sing when your skin is upon my skin. Please remember the scent–the smell of my shampoo, the perfume that reminded me of my favourite Eric Church song, the candles we lit, and the scent that lingered on your clothes and bed, even when I was gone. Please remember how I look–in your sweatpants and hoodie, in my sundresses, in the middle of an open road with the wind blowing through my hair, and every time I said you were my world. Please remember the times–our 13-hour date, conquering all four Disney World parks in one day, dances in the kitchen, the sunsets we watched, and the Sundays we spent in sweatpants on the couch, breaking diets. Please remember your favourites–the kind of hugs after a long work day, the kisses we give first thing in the morning and the last at nights, the way we hold hands when you drove, and the tickle fights that neither of us could win. Please do remember me. Please remember it all.”

— Ming D. Liu

[meanwhilepoetry]

“If you leave her, make sure she’s not the love of your life. Otherwise you will meet her one day, on an autumn street, yellow leaves blowing about her, her arms full of her child and a happy marriage. And she will as you expectantly, her eyes gleaming, hoping you found happiness too, “What did you trade me for?” And you will not be able to answer. Because all you traded true love in for is empty hands and a half full life.”

— Nikita Gill

[thequotejournals]

I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.

David Benioff, City of Thieves  (via wordsnquotes)

[amazely-deactivated20171225]

[florial]

[blossomfully]

And,“ she said, “if you have someone who stays up with you in the middle of the night to make sure you’re okay - somebody who answers your calls at 2 or 3 or 4am - someone who listens to your sobs, or your silence, or your words with patience, you have somebody who loves you. And you’re lucky for it. And no matter how dark things get, you shouldn’t forget that.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[lightheartedsuggestion]

Forever is an adventure with you.