#lateatnightthoughts

[funnyfiasco]

nothing like a little existential dread to spice up your midnight snack of panic

[tophatgirl]

I feel brainwashed

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of loving a boy who supported me in everything. Now, I can’t speak my mind without having support. All my life I wanted to be held in a lovers arms, but I now worry that I cant stand on my own two feet. I used to dream of a guy who finished my sentences, now I worry if my thoughts are my own.

[down2thevalley]

Dear The Person I Date In The Future

I want to hold hands with you, sleep next to you, kiss you (light kisses, passionate kisses, silly kisses, laughing kisses, crying kisses, loving kisses, angry kisses), hold you, wake up next to you, smile and laugh with you, make you smile, be there for you, be your 2am thoughts, be your laughter, be with you.

[wonderingwithwandering]

Late at night, I sometimes realize that we're all going to die. In 50 years or less climate change is suppose to end the earth, humanity at least, and everything we love. Why have children, why put them through that, why worry about where your jobs going to go, why care about your favorite television show, why worry about any of the meaningless stuff. It's comfortable to ignore it, it's easy. But when you revisit it, in articles, in documentaries, it's terrifying. What do we do now. What do I do now.

[hipppemooonchilddd]

Listen here.

You can never really know when a person can change your life until they leave you alone. You never noticed the small changes that took place over time. Then they leave you and those changes are all you have left of them. They leave an eveasting impression on your heart and in your memories. Suddenly time has passed, you realize those people that you meet, who leave you alone are only there to make you a stronger, smarter, more passionate person. They leave you with the best of them that can muster. They leave you to take the best parts and keep them in your life, so when you meet someone new you can leave the best of you with someone else. Each person you take into your life has helped you in some way regardless of how they left you. Every time you let someone into your life you grace them with the best of you and every past person with whom you shared your life. That is how we are all connected. We take the best in ourselves and the people who help make us that way and we share it with every other person we let into our complicated delicate lives that we live each day. To me, that is one of the most beautiful things. I always wanted to go back to thank those people for leaving me, for hurting me, scaring me, and loving me.

[anevergreenimagination-blog]

A letter to my future man

Right now is past half of eleven in the evening. A lonely, distressed hour as I read the pages of an old yet good book of Rowling. As I was immensed in reading the novel, I was suddenly interrupted by a ludicrous thought of the man whom I will spend the rest of my life with. Hundreds of questions spring into my mind and different thoughts came as I was thinking of ‘you’.

Who are you? Are you my friend whom I cherish for the past years of my life? Are you a stranger I walked pass by, or sat beside the public vehicles I always took? Are you a person from my school who saw me inspite of my invisibility? Are you a man wiser than I am to think of the future? Or younger and is still enjoying the gay, youthful years of life?

At this hour, are you still awake? Are you exploring vast connection and networks of internet, choosing not to sleep just to enjoy the social community you are a part of? Or still awake reading thick books of literature and academe, preparing yourself for something huge? Or still awake talking to the girl you thought to be the someone you will marry but is not? Are you asleep? Are you laying down peacefully in the bed as the time slips away? Or staring once again in the ceiling, thinking of the troubles you had today, problems obstacles to tackle the next day?

Where are you now? Are you here near my location? Are you in the other parts of this tropical country cultivating and living the culture the place treasures? Or are you overseas where time differences occur, working under the lively shine of the sun?

Are you also thinking of the future we will soon share? Or does not even care for it anymore? Are you an old love whom I am willing to wait years to return in his fatherland? Or a new man willing to pursue me despite the fact of my pickiness?

I hope you are a man of wisdom and discernment. A loquacious man willing to tell me the adventures you’ve been through prior our crossed paths. Please do not feed me with verbose words of false hopes, be a man of your word. I never need a man of toned muscles and athletic physique, I need a man tough enough to handle my stubbornness. Please make me cry of felicity not infidelity. Please love me unconditionally because the heart of mine is willing to love you like that. I will surely be someone who will be at your side through thick and thin. We will together fight battles and wars, and no matter what our love will never be broken.

I will wait for you. I am aware that forever does not exist but I know our lifetime would be worth the wait.

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Written way back (past two weeks I think). No chance to edit this. I do hope to remember this before my wedding (if I will be married, HAHAHA)