writer

i write, sorta

[that3amwriter]

it'll be okay again. you'll take pretty pictures of the sunset at the beach again, and you'll go to your favorite places with your favorite people. you'll laugh until your stomach hurts at old inside jokes and walk down the same old street near your house again. you'll feel the rain on your hair as you almost begin to freak out, only this time you'll stay under it a little while longer. you'll discover hidden places around your neighborhood and you'll go partying with your bestfriends again. you'll make eye contact with strangers again, almost feeling as if you've met them before,and and you'll give your bestfriends the tightest hug when you see them again. you'll meet new people and make new friends and learn new things. you'll go to school and gossip about the most unnecessary things again. you'll try new cafés and go to more concerts and pet more dogs you see on the sidewalk. you'll go on dates and meet people you end up loving. you'll lay on the soft grass and look up at the starry sky, comprehending constellations again, perhaps while talking about life with your favorite person. you'll go to the mall with your family and have the same old row with your sister about which shop to visit first. you'll go to the theatre to watch a new movie again or maybe just to make out. you'll stay out all night and do things you never thought you would; again.

you will make new mistakes and with them the experiences that will later become the amazing stories you tell. you will do all those things that you used to, again; only this time, you'll appreciate them a little more than you did and you'll be thankful for them a little more than you used to be.

[that3amwriter]

wind in the air and an evening sky with slight tints of pink. vintage music ran through both our minds because it felt right. the floor was slightly too hard to sit on, but the blanket of love was too thick for us to realize. i held your hand, rested my head on your shoulder. warm. comfortable. homely. you held me in your arms. it was sentimental; it was emotional. we spoke less. we felt more. you breathed softly, the air felt like home. the swing in my three walled balcony moved slightly every now and then; it was poetic. you kissed my forehead, the wind hit my face, your hair was in your face. i felt life. life has come to me. life has come to me, running, as I've waited for it with open arms. when you held them and hugged them back, life came to me. and now, I'm never letting it go.

[that3amwriter]

the distance keeps us apart, but im still in love with you and you're still in love with me. the streets are a little less brighter, without our car with its windows down and music turned up, driving away as we sing along. the beaches are a little less colorful, without our footsteps engraved into the sand. the days are a little less beautiful, without the knowledge that I'll spend them with you. only a little. your hand left the grip of my hand, my heart dropped a little. you went out of sight, my eyes cried a little. just a little. i live through my days waiting for that moment of relief, and then it comes again. you come again. what is the pain of parting away compared to the joy of meeting again?

[that3amwriter]

in your honest opinion, what does it mean to be human?

it means to not be perfect. it means weakening and stumbling and falling and making mistakes but rising above them stronger than ever and learning from them. it means to appreciate the littlest of things in our life even if everything else is going absolutely and completely wrong. it means to believe in destiny, to have hope, so much hope that this jagged edge of reality will be better and the rising sun will bring in happiness. to be human is to love; love so unconditionally that you find yourself believing in forevers

[that3amwriter]

amongst the chaos and sufferance and pain life causes, there are times when you're suddenly hit with the realization that you're living one of those days that you never, ever want to forget. one of those days that you've looked forward to so much, that living them is like a dream come true. those days when you finally remember what it's like to be in love with life. you understand why life is romanticized so much. it's for those moments. those moments when you feel like you'll burst with happiness. moments that you've imagined over and over and over in your head, but the reality of it is something completely different; it's better. better than what you could've ever imagined. when you're so in the moment, you forget what's around you. when you realize that life is finally giving you the happiness you were always promised. when you feel like you're living a movie you never want to reach the end of. those days when you fall in love with life all over again. those days when you finally recall what it is to live again. you recall pure happiness and it's the best feeling to exist; except, maybe, apart from being in love <3

those moments, those days, they're coming. they're coming for all those who think life is a labyrinth of suffering, because even if it is, it might just be worth it.

[that3amwriter]

three summer days;

three summer days with you i could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

[qvotable]

“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”

— Paulo Coelho // The Alchemist

[that3amwriter]

we all really need that one person, who'll stay behind the door uncomfortably, instead of just walking away. we need that person who'll ask us if we're okay over and over, even though we lie about being fine each time. we need them, because sometimes, we fail to ask for the help a deep part of us seeks. we need that person, who'll show up at our bedroom door with our favourite food and car keys, just to take us on a drive when we say we're down. the one who'll say that they care, and then show it. that one person who'll listen to us tell them what's wrong, even at 3am in the morning. we need them, the person who'll leave a fragment of them in our lives when life forces them to leave, just so that they can come back to retrieve it very soon.

we need them. we need the person who'll make us feel like they've taken our inevitable loneliness away. the one who makes us believe we're not alone; that we don't have to feel alone.

[that3amwriter]

"but isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?"

[that3amwriter]

when the world ends, i will

when the world ends, i will thank myself for being there for me.

i will sit in the deep silences of my bedroom,

with its vintage bedspread of satin

and soft breeze slipping in through a gap in the window,

thinking back to all the times i thought my heart had had enough

but it pulled through.

i will remember yesterday;

when we smiled at each other with our eyes,

and sat at the pier making promises we intended to break.

with happiness on our lips, we sang about our sadness; how everything complete, was falling into fragments of incomplete.

i will remember the words i thought would've dented my heart forever,

but the cracks healed soon,

as i walked under the moonlit sky

only to realize that the love i most needed was my own.

i will picture all the sunsets i noticed and didn't,

and i will remember all the mornings i woke up breathing the air of another city.

i won't mourn over all the people i left behind,

or all that could've been;

but i will cherish all that was.

when the world ends,

i will thank myself for being there for me.

[transvioletbaudelaire]

When lemony snicket said “i will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. i will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. i will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time. i will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. i will love you if you don’t marry me. i will love you if you marry someone else, and i will love you if you have a child, and i will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and i will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights i prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios i have mentioned. that, beatrice, is how i will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way”

[that3amwriter]

at 3am when the stars shine the brightest, half the world is lost in a city of their dreams and you're a little sleepy but determined to stay up till sunrise, tell me about you. tell me about all the things that keep you awake at night and tell me why they're so provoking. tell me your favorite lyrics and why you love them so much. tell me if you think about the infinity of the blue sea as much as i do and tell me how it feels to be an insignificant part of this significant world and I'll tell you how your existence makes it all a little better.

tell me about the movies that made you cry and tell me about your favorite books and how you underlined their quotes that you loved. tell me about all the places you want to visit and things you want to do, and tell me what makes you want to do them so much. tell me if you love looking at the sky every evening to realize how easily we ignore it's beauty amidst the chaos of our life.

tell me if you've felt the feeling of love and if you've wanted to say those eight letters to anyone in your life. tell me if cute movie scenes remind you of someone, and if your heart skips a beat everytime you hear that one name. tell me, if you feel like all the love songs were written just for you. and tell me if you ever wrote something just because someone was too special not to be written about. tell me, if you remember someone and wonder if they remember you back?

tell me what you dream of; the dreams you're scared to say out loud and tell me why talking about death is so hard. tell me what, or who, you think of when you hear the word "home" and tell me what makes you smile so big that you feel your face might burst.

tell me about your favorite spots in the city and tell me if you think there's life somewhere else in the universe. tell me if oblivion scares you like it scares Augustus from The Fault In Our Stars, and tell me if you dream of having a love as deep as his and Hazel's. tell me what friendship means to you, and tell me if you remember how you made your first friends back when you were 5.

tell me why you love the smell of books and tell me about all the embarrassing things you did as a kid and now laugh about with your family on breezy sunday evenings. tell me how you picture yourself in fifty years and tell me what your favorite things about yourself are. tell me what time of the day you love the most, and tell me what you'd rather spend it doing.

tell me if there was a time in your life when you thought you wouldn't make it through but you did and tell me if that makes you proud. because if it doesn't, I'm here to tell you how proud you should be. tell me if you look at someone and decide that they deserved the world, and tell me why you haven't decided that for yourself.

tell me why you love the rains so much and tell me if you like sunrises more or sunsets. tell me about all the new things you want to learn and tell me what colors you think make up the northern lights. tell me about how you got your first scar and tell me why you prefer winter over summer. tell me about your childhood, times when happiness was all you felt and tell me how you felt when you sat on an airplane for the first time. tell me, about all the little things that you think aren't important enough, and i promise I'll hang on to each and every word.

tell me, if i asked you to watch the stars with me, would you say yes maybe?

[that3amwriter]

it comforts me to know, that even if we aren't together, we're at least under the same constellations of stars. we're under the same midnight sky, and we're perhaps both gazing at the same illuminated moon. at least we wake up to the same sunrise every morning, wishing there'd be more time to lay under the covers with our eyes closed. we appreciate the same boundless sky, and draw out pieces of our imagination in the form of the shapes of the same clouds that the wind carries. even if we aren't together, we're always and forever connected by this thing they call life.

~unknown

[qvotable]

“I write because you exist.”

— Michael Faudet (via bnmxfld)

[qvotable]

“I want to feel my life while I’m in it.”

— Meryl Streep

[qvotable]

“It is quite unbelievable that there will be people that I will love unconditionally that I have not met yet. Somewhere out there, in a supermarket or singing in the shower, there are souls that have not touched mine yet but will, eventually.”

— J.D.M. // The Skies We’re Under

[qvotable]

“I look over at you and I see sunshine.”

— Unknown