Mudita

(n.) taking delight in the happiness of others, vicarious joy

[live-love-find-time]

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[macrolit]

Come sleep with me: We won’t make Love, Love will make us.

Julio Cortázar (b. 26 August 1914)

[goodreadss]

It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via goodreadss)

[stargazerinmoksha]

I’m sorry that I write so much, it’s my only comfortable form of expression. So if my heart skips a beat twice, know that I’m trying to remember a love that’s lost. I’m sorry that I speak in metaphors, it’s my way of exploring the mind and how often I’ll get away without giving it to you straight. I’m just a little sore and my soul is tender because soulmates don’t last forever– they were always meant to touch, to change and then they’ll leave. Although your smile is like the surface of the moon, you provide the warmth of the sun and if I don’t wake up tomorrow– know that you will always be the last thought on my mind until I go insane and tomorrow makes the front page and I’m just a loss cause waiting and waiting to be yours truly– just repeat after me: your heart and soul shall always be yours before anyone else’s. So stake your claim and wait it out. You never know, someone might just be falling in love with you right at this very second. And of course it’s scary, a nightingale once told me that if your dreams aren’t scary and it doesn’t spook you– you’re not living right. You’re not dreaming right. You’re not loving right. So dream big. Be large. You contain multitudes of genius.

About soulmates (via everylittlepieceofyou)

[goodreadss]

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pablo Neruda (via goodreadss)

[mypenleaksiridescence]

Look at me. Really look at me. Not just the freckles on my nose or the horrible pimple above my left eyebrow. Look into me. See who I really am, and not just what you see.”

Tyler Joseph (via mypenleaksiridescence)

[goodreadss]

So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via goodreadss)

[jadeaftercoffee]

Behind Her Words

In every piece that she writes, A girl with a story hides. In every ending her book has Are her beginnings that didn’t last.

Her lines were written for all that should, But in real life were never would. All she wanted to say are behind her words Written as stories in different worlds.

—hanzelwrites

[tullipsink]

You just have to learn her", I heard you once say to someone by accident when they asked you why do you even bother with me. “You just have to pay attention and stay quiet when she talks. Oh god, when she speaks, you never want it to stop because you can tell she values every word that comes out of her mouth. I think that’s what I like most about her, the fact that she doesn’t talk nonsense and she really knows, like really knows what’s happening around her. She might look like she’s the most shyest person ever but she’s not. She has fire behind her eyes and once you approach her, she’ll smile at you, the widest yet softest fucking smile and you’ll have to stop and check if you’re still breathing because you could’ve sworn your pulse stopped beating. She’s perfect in an imperfect way. She sometimes talks too loud and she sometimes stumble for words when you say something unexpected towards her and she’s clumsy so you’ll have to place your hand on her elbow when you’re walking outside so at least when she falls you can reach your arm out and catch her because god knows, you’ll never want her to fall on her own. I bother with her because it’s her who I see myself with in thirty years from now. It’s her who I’ll never stop wanting to learn as each and every day passes. And I guess, what I’m trying to say is that when you watch and learn, you fall in love and all you’ll ever want to do is catch her. Always catch her, even in the days where she’s quiet and lost in her own world because that’s when she’s most precious. So if you ask me again, even if it’s a year from now on why I still try for her, I’ll tell you the same thing until you fall in love with her too.

A.M// I wrote this in my book that I’m writing. I’m not sure if it’s good though but yet, I still like this. (via tullipsink)

[goodreadss]

She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.

Matthew Quick, Silver Linings Playbook (via goodreadss)

[hanwritingagain]

tell me about your ghosts. i will sit in the graveyard until i find the root of your existence; and i will fall in love with every inch of it.

[dangered]

Don’t ask yourself why someone’s hurting you. Ask yourself why you’re letting them hurt you.

(via dangered)

[goodreadss]

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

Neil Gaiman, Stardust (via goodreadss)

[poetryandthesea]

You are those seconds between lightning and thunder; full of everything that’s about to come, telling me how close you actually are.

// a storm j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[naturaekos]

Acting like you don’t care is not letting it go.

Penelope Douglas (via naturaekos)

[books-n-quotes]

So here’s my question: when you lose the most important person to you in the entire world, where is all the love – love you never even knew you were capable of – supposed to go?

Ted Michael, Crash Test Love (via books-n-quotes)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

Soon, you will have wrinkles on your face with grey hair and a hand that is not mine, for you to hold. By then, you will probably forget the look on my face when I first met you, and the smile I wore whenever I had the chance to see you. Perhaps by then, my name is all you can remember, and I will be alright with that. At least, you still remember one thing about me, even if it happens to be almost nothing.

Lukas W. // Almost nothing (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)