Little Things

• Sanctuary of my scattered thoughts •

[lostdeadpoets]

Oh to be seen.

[lostdeadpoets]

This is it.

[lostdeadpoets]

“What is love?”

“Love is consideration. It's understanding way beyond what words might be able to convey. It's a conscious choice to hold, to respect, to admire, to protect and to turn back, like Orpheus did for Eurydice.

Love is peace, the feeling of freedom that you get to be anything that you want to be, and it's acceptance that your person would love you just the way you are.

Love is security that you feel in someone's presence that everything is safe— your heart, your secrets, your thoughts, your soul. and it’s the assurance that your shortcomings would always be looked at with the perspective to help you grow from and your traumas to be healed from.”

[lostdeadpoets]

How do you deal with the silence? The silence that follows when all is said and done, the acceptable grieving period is over, when people have grown tired of listening to you mention the same thing over and over, when it feels such a terrible crime to admit it to yourself that it still bothers you. How do you deal with the silence of the ruins when the tornado swirls away?

[lostdeadpoets]

All your life, you feel like you know love— you have met a lot of people, liked a few of them, loved even fewer.

Then someone comes along, redefining all your concepts and ideas, making you question whether you’ve really loved anyone before? Nothing existed before them and nothing would exist after them.

It’s true they say, we’re all just passing by, but to you, they become an absolute point.

[everybody-wants-me-dead]

[lostdeadpoets]

This is it.

[lostdeadpoets]

Intimacy is a lot of things but I think it’s felt the most in an eye contact. We can hide our vulnerabilities under the facade of confidence, but looking into someone eye’s is all you need to lose all that confidence.

[optimistic-nihilist]

[lostdeadpoets]

Mood

[lostdeadpoets]

“If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.”

Before sunrise, 1995

[lostdeadpoets]

Midnights are fairly complicated, the search of solitude sometimes, more often than not, turns into loneliness.

[lostdeadpoets]

Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

John Green, Paper towns

[lostdeadpoets]

There’s something so beautiful about when you’re in love, and every love song reminds you of that certain someone. You dedicate your favourite songs to them, singing to the lyrics with a montage of all your happy memories flashing before your eyes and you grinning from ear to ear.

But one day that person leaves and all you are left with are those songs, and there’s this bittersweet feeling with a montage of all your happy memories flashing before your eyes and you skip the song before it ends.

[starweaverblog]

I think part of the reason people still love period dramas or fantasy series/ movies over scifi, is also the nostalgia and romanticism of nature. Like you will watch a scene and the cinematography will have them taking walks on lavish gardens, fields, beaches or forests and you will be in awe of the beauty of nature.

The connection to nature gives more humanity to the characters in the stories as well where romance and friendships blossom.

Whereas scifi often offers a glance of a dark dystopia furure like Blade Runner where nature is gloomy, rainy, melancholic and depressing. People are cold to eachother, they mistrust everyone and there is little to no room for compassion and kindness is a world constantly trying to survive from greedy people.

The environment reflects the society after all.

[lostdeadpoets]

The Accuracy-

[lostdeadpoets]

It’s funny how memory works and how some things that seem impossible to forget, fade over time. All the ex lovers, all the ex best friends we have had, the precious, beautiful moments shared with them, fade over time. To invest so much time in someone, to learn all of their quirkiness just for it to fade and sometimes pop up like a hazy glint of memory, it’s funny.

[lostdeadpoets]

A love like that titanic couple, Ida and Isidor Strauss, who chose to die together because Isa said “we have lived a life together for many years, where you go, I go” instead of taking the lifeboat to survival.

[lostdeadpoets]

“The proposition that we can look into another person's heart with perfect clarity strikes me as a fool's game. I don't care how well we think we should understand them, or how much we love them. All it can do is cause us pain. Examining your own heart, however, is another matter. I think it's possible to see what's in there if you work hard enough at it. So in the end maybe that’s the challenge: to look inside your own heart as perceptively and seriously as you can, and to make peace with what you find there. If we hope to truly see another person, we have to start by looking within ourselves”

Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women