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There are people who can open their hearts and people who can't. But just because you've once been one of them doesn't mean you can't become the other. Trust me, I know. Now, to open my heart, I need to run a 3-month long analysis and charge a very high entry fee in terms of actions, maturity and empathy. I'm like a museum with the world's most precious and unique artifacts. But only more precious. Because art, no matter how brilliant, can never be more valuable than a human life. A lot of people will pay the entry fee by borrowing it as a loan. So it can get confusing sometimes. But that's okay because anyone I can let in, I can throw out too. That's a skill I'm getting so much better at. I've ordered about a hundred large trash cans and lined them up right outside. My aim is becoming better too. There are levels. The first exhibition they get to see is of my random thoughts and quirky actions. They love that alright. The second floor has an exhibit of all my insecurities. Most when they start think, 'how bad can it get?' and many by the middle of it start scrolling through their phones, distracted and disinterested. There's this one exhibit on the third floor that's forbidden for the general public. A lot of them know about it because they have seen snippets on it on the flyer but really, only few have been inside. I, however, spend most of my time there. Those who have been in, stay for a short while. But often they come find me there. They come with a warm blanket and a cup of coffee and a hug full of love. Only one or two have been able to hold my hand and make me walk out of it with them. I keep wandering back there, though. And they aren't once disappointed in me. They understand why I need to go there, no matter how dark and lonely. So, yes. There are people who can open their hearts and people who cannot. It's not inherent. It's not genetic. It's not nature or nurture. It's really just a choice. A choice you have to make very frequently. Which person do you want to be? Because, really, that will also determine the kind of people you'll have in your life. It's a hard choice. But I can't be that person with people who can't open up their hearts. They are non-entities for me. They are nothing. And I? I may still struggle with being enough but I am so much stronger, so much kinder and way too wholesome to be nothing.
“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.”
— Unknown (via resqectable)
YOU are NOTHING to me... but I need you. Can’t get through a single day without stoping by and saying hey a dozen times, it’s in the way you speak to me, reach to me, grab hold and cling to me, you alter everything, I never thought was true. I wouldn’t call it addiction, my kismet, my tomorrow. What’s sorrow without, an ample amount of cheer. And I’ll know you’r here, because I feel like smiling, despite the things, the painful life, I’ve lived through.
You are the poison in my veins and the jolt in my heartbeat. A shiny faux jewel that cuts my hands as I hang on tighter than I ever should but letting you go is nothing I could ever do. So addicted to this feeling that I can fly that I never mind the fall . Every new day I wake up and say I wont but the empty promises are gone long before the sun falls. At the first glance, at the first sound of your voice and your siren call drowns me in an ocean of longing so deep the abyss swallows me.
Smiles fade, quickly as the sickly feeling you leave behind reminds these blind eyes what they were trying, not to see anymore. This clenching stomach eats away at itself, to tired to tell, me I haven’t eaten. Beaten, curled in a ball in the third stall, over- you broke your promise, “just hit this, and it all goes away.” Sill the day starts again without you my friend and you mean NOTHING to me... but I really NEED to see you.
Breathing harder, oxygen depleted, eyes ever bleeding and blind, falling always backward into the familiar darkness that is you. Searching for this feeling nothing else equals. Hating myself while I do. The fact that you own me so completely leaves me feeling helpless, my life and will handed to you.Elation and regret in equal parts lay heavy on my chest. This will end badly... but I am “all in” for the ride...
-e.v.e. ~c.S~
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“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via books-n-quotes)
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“You are not broken. You can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. Even when you’re drowning and so far under, there is always time to reach for someone who will teach you how to breathe again.”
— Jessica Park, Left Drowning (via books-n-quotes)
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When I Say I Love You
When I say I love you
I mean that you feel like tomato soup and grilled cheese that your mom makes on cold winter days, and you don’t know that it’s all you can afford anyways
When I say I love you
I mean that in the way the ocean kisses the sand and pulls it deeper into itself with every wave the two becoming one while remaining distinct
When I say I love you
I mean you are new ink hitting skin and the needle is painful and exciting and it is permanent, good decision or bad. Whether I regret it later or not.
When I say I love you
I mean that i have thought this through and the infinite galaxy of knowing you will be worth it when all the stars burn out
“Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.”
— Nikita Gill, Almost Feelings (via books-n-quotes)
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I like you for you.
one day you’ll return to me, again
- like you always do -
we will regain all the lost years
- talk and being stupid -
like nothing ever happened
it will just be like a short vacation
away form each other
I know it will be so, it always is
the thing with you and me, we survive
the years go by but we still recognize us
for who we are in each other’s company
and no time can ever change that
no amount of water
under the bridges can undo that
we were and will always be solid
tangible and constant
that’s what it means
to be best friends;
unconditionally and without fear
embracing one another