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Perfectionism is very addictive because it is very seductive. It’s so great to think ‘There’s a way I can do things where I can never be held in judgment by other people, that I can totally escape criticism.’ But it doesn’t work.
Brené Brown, The Power of Vulnerability (via sheholdsyoucaptivated)
Coffee was just an excuse
We sat at a tiny table in a café hidden in the immensity of the city. You ordered tea (as usual) I ordered coffee (a large one). It wasn't usual for us to meet for coffee, it wasn't usual to meet after everything we've been through either... all the time, the events, the people... I was nervous at first, I didn't know what the outcome of this would be. But I calmed down pretty fast after seeing you. "You haven't changed a bit" - I said, it was true, you greeted me with the same warm smile as you've always have and it kinda felt like coming back home after a long day at work, or rather like coming back home after months of living abroad, I would know the feeling. You held on to my arm as if you were never going to let go (again) from it and I dragged you through all these familiar places like it was the first time (our last first time). We walked and we talked, we talked and we walked all with the purpose of "catching up" (as we said we would) until we arrived at our destination and it was time to let go and sit down. It was the same old café we used to go to, we went there many times when things weren't alright and we were trying to figure out how to keep going on. I felt kinda the same, things weren't alright and I didn't know how to keep going on, I think you were thinking the same thing, after all, this was our healing ritual. The sun was still up when we sat down, but the minutes turned to hours, mugs were drained and refilled on an hourly basis, cigarettes were consumed one after the other and the smoke that came out was as unclear as our intentions right then and there. We kept talking, first about work, then family, then friends, cautiously gossiping, trying to find out more without asking, digging deeper and deeper into the other without knowing how far we would fall and what we would see down there, but curiosity is a poison we drink willingly and consciously in the hope that it won't kill us. Eventually, we found out how far the rabbit hole goes, and I knew exactly why we were here. I wasn't here for the coffee, I really like coffee, but keeping having one after the other with a mug that's constantly full, that's crazy and I could bet you weren't there for the tea either. In the end, we knew each other well enough to look past our lies, stare into each other's eyes and figure out everything that was going through the other's mind. Coffee was the first excuse, catching up was the second one. The café and the small talk were just accomplices in our little plan. But all of this was just the perfect cover for giving it one more shot, going back to our old healing ritual, figuring out how to go on and all that we really needed was to stare into each other's eyes one more time (one last time?).
Found this gem on G+ today.
Do you have what it takes to jump? Also, uUuUuUuUuUuUu...
@offspring Dance, fucker dance
There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for quite a while but every time my lips start to form the words my throat closes up and it feels like swallowing glass, so I don’t say it. I love you. I love you I love you I love you, I want to say. And I know we won’t work out - we’ve tried, after all. And we failed. We crashed and burned, yet nothing changed for me. So instead of telling you what I’ve been wanting to say, a quiet “I hope you’re happy. I really hope you’re happy,” slips out of my mouth. A whispered “please stay safe”. A desperate “you know you can always call me if you need to”. And when I got really angry at myself for not being brave enough to tell you the truth, I found everything I told you comes pretty darn close to I love you.
Different ways to tell him n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.
Carol Gilligan (via fyp-psychology)
Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?
Elizabeth Scott, Love You Hate You Miss You (via fyp-psychology)
“Please don’t” she begs you and she says your name like an apology. You loved her, you really did, but she wasn’t meant to be held down in this small town. She was meant for late nights in big cities and cheap coffees at 3 a.m. In empty hotels. She wasn’t meant to be held down by you. It stings seeing her like this, but you need her to hate you. That’s the only way either of you will ever be able to move forward. You need the only girl who ever knew how to love you right, to despise you. So you take sip of an empty beer for emphasis and and take the most painful steps of your entire life away from her.
-C.C.
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There’s a card game going on at the table, but it’s only a charade. The goal is to get people in the room on your side, have them peek at the opponents’ hands, and signal you. However, there’s not telling who’s on whose side. The signs may be fake, or you might read an opponents signs and change your hand. In the right conditions, you can convince the enemy spy to betray his side and join yours.
30 Day Anime Challenge
Day 12: Saddest Anime Scene(s)
The Girl, who leapt through Time: Actually the last 20-30 minutes of the movie make me always cry, because I know it’s gonna be sad. But the scene where Chiaki goes and went back to say that he’ll wait for her is so sad *cries every time*
Ano Hana: Such an upsetting Anime. If you watch this series you know from the first episode on that she has to go in the end. But when she writes her farewell letters and everyone says that they love her …you can’t hold back your tears!
Chrono Crusade: I love and hate the end of this Anime. When Chrono and Rosette are together I just feel happy for them, but they die both.
Angel Beats!: It surprised me completely when Kanade tells Otonashi in the end that his heart saved her. It makes me cry a lot.
Hotarubi no Mori e: The scene when Gin begans to disappear is so sorrowful, but also just so wonderful because he can finally hug his Hotaru.
