[wnq-writers]

isn’t it amazing how life just passes by? milestones come out of nowhere and leave in a flash. there’s not a single moment one can be in for more than just that: a moment. they come and go in waves, a crazy phenomenon that has never happened before and will never happen again. children are born and grow old in a small collection of those moments. there’s nothing one can hold and grasp for a lifetime. there’s nothing one can have for eternity. there is no baby that comes into the world and stays a baby for more than what feels like a single day. we laugh and cry, but only for a moment.

so if today, you’re feeling down, remember. it is simply a moment, one of many more moments that will be filled with happiness and laughter. that might also only last for a single moment, but that is the way of life. we all chase after those happy moments, and while they may not always be with us, while they may pass us by in a flash, slipping through our fingers, these are the moments that make all the others worth it. these are the moments that make life worth living.

so if you’re thinking today that it isn’t worth it anymore, that you can’t chase those moments anymore, remember: this small singular moment will pass on. you will find another amazing moment, one that is only for you, that has never happened before and shall never happen again. keep going for those happy, laughter filled moments.

keep your head up, kid. you’ve got this.

C. R. Kristofferson

[veryfunnymemes]

[tranquilist]

“Thank you for loving me when I couldn’t love myself. Thank you for loving me when we fought. Thank you for loving me when I was scared and confused about how I felt. Thank you for loving me at my worst. I love you. Even when you’re angry, lost, or scared. I love all of you. Who you are. At your worst, at your best, and everywhere in between. From the depths of my soul, to yours.”

— Here’s to the I love you I didn’t say

[tranquilist]

“I want to know who you are. Granted, no one really knows who they are. But I want to know the parts of you that you’re afraid of, ashamed of, and embarrassed about. I want to look at you as a whole being, and learn about you without an ounce of judgment. I want us to be closer. Connected. Slashing through the layers of each other, touching the very core of ourselves.”

— Connection 

[blossomfully]

I think we broke each other’s hearts. It went wrong somewhere between not loving each other at all and loving each other too much. You know what they say about meeting an old lover? You can’t predict how you’re going to react. I met him again last weekend, it felt like coming home. His arms felt like coming home and I couldn’t look him in the eyes because I felt tears streaming from mine. He held me tight and told me that he’d never missed anyone like he misses me, but still it won’t ever be us

I don’t know what happened between you and him but I hope that one day everything will be okay again

[blossomfully]

She said “kiss me”, so I kissed her. Then she giggled and said “kiss me properly”, so I kissed her as properly as drunk me could. She was so wonderful in the moonlight. I remember she said “I could really love you, you know” and we planned a life with two kids and a small house in the suburbs. The next morning we woke up and pretended to not remember a thing about it. I remember though, I remember all of it and I can’t stop wondering what it would’ve been like had she loved me too.

Oh my god

[blossomfully]

“He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted. And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes. “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully. And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders. “Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.””

— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -“Strawberries” (via blossomfully)

[book-caps]

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #263

[blossomfully]

do you think he misses me like i miss him sometimes?

I don’t know sweetheart. Maybe he does. Maybe some nights he misses you so much he can’t sleep. Maybe he tosses and he turns and he picks up his phone and thinks about dialling your number. Maybe when he gets drunk on the weekends he calls his new girlfriend by your name. 

Maybe he still thinks about you every day. Or, every other day. Maybe he regrets ending it. Or he wishes he hadn’t let you go so easily. Maybe he still has your t-shirt. Your scarf. Something else you left behind. It doesn’t smell like you anymore, but he thinks it does. 

Maybe he still talks to his friends about you. Dreams about you. Wishes you would get in touch. Maybe he wonders how you are, whether you’ve found love. Maybe he hopes that you haven’t. 

So yes, maybe he does miss you. Maybe he misses you with every fibre of his being. 

But maybe he doesn’t. 

And probably, he doesn’t. 

In any case, you owe it to yourself to stop living in a world of maybe’s. You deserve so much more. 

Sweetheart, stop chasing a ghost. You deserve so much more. 

[approvers]

[zoirohs]

Since I’ve already given the fancy eloquent version of this speech before, right now I’m just gonna be blunt and honest.

[moan-s]

[whitepeopletwitter]

[sometimestuesday-deactivated202]

It’s so weird how sometimes when I read a poem it just feels like a bunch of words and sometimes when I read a poem it feels like someone ripping my heart out of my body and throwing it at my face at 90 mph

[sunandsaltyair-deactivated20170]

[pussypinktoes]

Fuck what you told me if you showed me different

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