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@vannnsies
by LI HUI
home
home is the place that I escaped to when school was done for the day. I would see my mum (but she would be asleep because she worked night shifts at the hospital) and my dad (but as I grew older he came home later and later because to him home was the place he avoided so he could work instead.) and I watched TV with my sister until I could embrace my parents (they always came home eventually). home was the place I ran to when I was scared waiting at the bus stop by myself. it was the place I escaped from when life got too hard and the place I escaped to when life got too hard and the place I returned to when life got too hard. it’s the place I was born and the place I almost died. (and the reason I almost died and the reason I decided to live) it’s the place I grew up and all the places that hold the people I care about. (even though none of these places are the same) home has been broken and created so many times that no matter where I go I will always feel like I have left something behind and that I have found something I once lost.
“It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.”
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via coral)
“I know you come home with the same worry that clouds your mind every night. I know you are aching, and breaking, trying to hold onto the little hope that remains. I know you’re lost and confused, the doubt flooding your veins. But my darling, you weren’t born to be sure. You weren’t born to have it all figured out. You weren’t born to fit a mould. You were born to explore, to seek and to find. You are here to love, to hurt, to heal, not to be confined. You are here to create your own life, to not conform to a timeline. You are here to be 18, and dancing under the moonlight, drunk on cheap wine. You are here to be 25, to climb mountains and to swim oceans. You are here to be 40, to wake up rich in love, and be comforted by this through the everyday commotion. And you are here to be 60, to tell your story of a wild life lived. You are here for so much more than a job, a relationship or a degree. You are here to appreciate the wonders of the world and to make memories. You cannot tell me that age is important when the atoms that made you have taken billions of years to form you. So, to Hell with anyone who restricts you with their timelines. You are here, breathe in, and breathe out. You will figure it out and you will be fine.”
— a reminder to my 18 year old self, and anyone else who is lost and unsure.
by Marat Safin
“The best promise you can commit to someone you love is you’ll never let them fall asleep thinking that they’re unwanted.”
— Juansen Dizon
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You