Essentials.

The Occasional Forevers.

Stolen this impeccably written passage from 52hearts...


' Sometimes I think I must have been crazy to think you would have stayed with me just because you said you would, but I’ve come to realize that when there isn’t always enough fuel to keep a fire going, when there isn’t a reason to keep your word. But it isn’t completely your fault — it never really was, because it was one of those it-takes-two-to-tango kind of things, and I guess at some point, it was bound to happen. But even when you see the sting coming, you never really see it until it’s a millimeter away from your heart.

But this reminds me of someone once told me that men usually only kept their words at the moment, based on that fire that lead them there, based on the soft flame you ignited in their heart, and that they never think that much of the future.. but a part of me thinks that maybe these are all human beings, men and women, regardless of who the more emotional creature is — you could always feel, or even think and tell someone you’ll want to be with them forever, but that isn’t always the case, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t the truth at some point, that you didn’t feel it in your heart, body and mind. You did. But it didn’t last — and a lot of feelings usually don’t — just like this feeling I had a year ago of me wanting those memories of you to just fade away. I eventually changed my mind into keeping at least the good ones, if only to remember you did make me happy, once upon a short time ago. '

For everyone who has ever had a fallout. Mucho love. x

March Of The Underdogs.

' You have to get hurt. That’s how you learn. The strongest people out there, the ones who laugh the hardest with a genuine smile, those are the people who have fought the toughest battles. Because they’ve decided that they’re not going to let anything hold them down, they’re showing the world whose boss.'

Lovin' the girl power feel to ze quote.

Dignity?

...and sometimes it's one of those hardest decision to make.

p.s. loving this for being both my favourite male and female characters on Gossip Girl!

The Home That Holds My Heart.

They say home is not a place, it's a person. But what they fail to realize that home isn't human, nor is it tangible. Rather, it's a part of us. It's evry place and evry person and evrything that we've touched and that has touched us. Buildings crumble and people leave but we can always return to our memories. 


Home's among the company of friends for keepers. The songs of I listen to over and over again to feed my lyrical soul. It's the sound of trigger happy cameras. The feeling of contentment when genuine smiles are planted on people I love. The warm embrace of my favorite boy. The scent of fresh skin out of shower. The smell of greens after a drizzle or storm. The pour-yr-heart-out banters over beer or coffee. The nostalgia you get upon a flashback of a certain memory. 

You know how evryone says that home's where the heart is? 

Well, they've got it backwards. My heart is where my home is.

So where's your home?

Memories For Keepers.

It’s amazing how feelings can seep back into your heart so easily. A mere mention of a certain someone’s name, an accidental touch, a glance back, a middle of the night message just to say hello. It all floods back and it never takes much. Some people just have this affect on you, this power over you, I guess — but what we forget is that we’re the ones who give it them. And we forget that we could take it back if we really wanted to.. but the problem is we never want to.

Forget Me Nots.

' You want the truth? Well, here it is. Eventually, you forget it all. First you forget everything you learned – the dates of wars and the Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn’t really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers, and eventually you forget those, too. You forget your junior year class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend’s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. And eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations – even the ones that seemed indelible, just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties. Who had the most friends. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else. '

The Hello Goodbyes.

Whatever relationships you have attracted in your life at this moment, are precisely the ones you need in your life at this moment. There is a hidden meaning behind all events, and this hidden meaning is serving your own evolution.

-Deepak Chopra

Survival Instincts.

Life sucks - in a good way. Falling in love, falling in hate, getting laid, getting hurt - what’s one without the other? When it comes to the ritual of growing up, sometimes you smile because you’re happy. Other times, you smile just because you’ve survived. But hey, a smile is a smile.

Donald, Happy Campers

The Child At Heart.

The other day my sister told me she didn't believe in love.  Something expected from a girl who has been left to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders alone, who is certain that she would sleep into bed with no one to sleep beside her. A girl who's heart never fully heals before it's mangled and broken again.

I sat there surprised, sad almost because she is none of those following things. She is a pre-teen girl who sometimes follows a path that is crooked - yet still,she has never let anyone hold her heart long enough to be let down or know what it feels like to have acid living in your chest.

The scars she keeps are nothing more than tiny traces caused by minuscule bumps in the road - they are soft, pink and pale. Not like the scars some of us are forced to carry inside out clenched fist : red and raw, if we touch something too hard for too long, they sting.

You're young, that's when you're supposed to believe in love the most, I remember thinking. That's how it is for most of us, or at least for me.

We become obsessed with the characters played on the large screens, envious, because we want to be loved - we wanted every piece of ourselves to be desired. And Imma not talking in the morning-after-sex hair or wet inner thighs kind of way.

We wanted someone to memorize the lines in our palms, to notice the tiny beauty marks that scatter across our skin, to tell us how many eyelashes we have because we never bothered to count, to notice the little whimsy details about ourselves. 

Then we get older and realize how flawed love can be. We are either too much, or not enough, we give everything, but there's nothing for us to take in return. We become broken pillows soaked in salt water. We talk to walls because you're not there to listen anymore. We eventually get bitter after several failed attempts of taking the plunge to eternal happiness.

We rub the sleep from our eyes and see reality for the first time, we come to the conclusion that nobody really stays together anymore.

Somehow I feel like maybe I never grew up, because I can still feel it there. Love at times impossible, does wonderful things, even if some of us never get the chance to experience it, for a fleeting moment if we stood still long enough, we can feel it in us. When I dream, I see stars. I can feel them, brush over them with my fingertips and sometimes they even get stuck in the dark tangles of my hair. But when I wake up, I can still feel their glow in my veins, that maybe the sparks of the light exist inside of me and that I had it all along. The quicken heartbeats and all that jazz.

I don't know, I think regardless of whether one believes in love or not, we still have that glimmer of living inside of us at the private dark lit corners of our hearts - proof that is is concrete, even if only briefly, even if we don't always see it or believe it is there. 

We always hope.

Maybe that means that most of us never really grow up at all, that maybe we just pretend to.

I'm Just Not That Into You.

wicked compilation.

Linger.

"And so, while the rest of the world went on unaware, drinking their coffee, reading the sports page, and picking up their dry cleaning, I leaned forward and kissed him, making a choice that would change everything. Maybe somewhere there was a ripple, a bit of a jump, some small shift in the universe, barely noticeable. I didn’t feel it then. I felt only him kissing me back, easing into the sunlight as I lost myself in the taste of him and felt the world go on, just as it always had, all around us."

Mmm. ;9

Crash & Fall, Love It All.

' her eyes were red from the oceans that flowed through and out of her body, so much that she couldn’t see a thing, temporarily blinded from loving too much with a heart so big, so heavy, so willing to spill out the everything it feels. the repurcussions never stopped her because it’s the only way she knew how to live and to speak and to sing and to be and so she refused to let it harden her, even if the oceans got to her, because she never wanted to be one of those people who used it as an excuse to walk away, sail away, to a far off place because those people become lonelier surrounded by only themselves and the sea. and she, she would rather be lonely in the midst of the people she loved waiting, hoping for a chance that staying this close will be worth it—that in the end, it would be worth it. '

The Brain & The Heart.

Cho cute!

The Weight On Your Shoulder.

"If you are brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to your bitter old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue, and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher, and if you are prepared – most of all – to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then truth will not be withheld from you.”
- Eat. Pray. Love.

In Her Eyes.

Emotions, such a funny thing.

I Won't.

I won't compose prose every morning you open your eyes next to me (I won't compare you to a summer's day).

I won't kiss the tears from your cheeks whenever you cry.

I won't remember every appointment.

I won't keep the sheen on my armour.

I won't know what to say sometimes.

I won't get your order right.

I'll be late.

I'll fuck-up.

But I'll write something for you when you least expect it (in summer or winter).

But I'll hold you as tight as I can whenever I can.

But I'll burst through the door as soon as I remember.

But I'll polish it until it shines again.

But I'll say something anyway.

But I'll go back and make it right.

But I'll get there.

But I'll try.

When Opposites Don't Attract.

' When you care about someone, you won’t care about the complications involved — you will still stick around no matter what. the problem with that is sometimes the other person thinks exactly the same in the opposite direction in that if it gets too complicated, you’re better off without it — they care enough to let it go, to not make it a burden. you care enough to keep it going, knowing it’s worth the pain.

Now if we only all thought the same way. but we almost never do. '

-100 stories

Heads Or Tails.

Stripped.

' When you're face down at the very bottom of who you are, and there is no formality or pretence to cling to, all your masks fall off. In this broken place, our lives can be seen for what they are, no more no less; we are ourselves. '

- Jon Foreman, Switchfoot

Me Against The World.

We are more interested in making others believe we are happy than trying to be happy ourselves.


- Francois de la Rouchefoucauld

Perhaps that's the problem.

Self-Conclusion.

“All your life people are going to try to tell you who you are. And sometimes it’s going to be tempting to believe them. But you must remember that you are who you feel in your heart and your head and down to your toes. You are who you feel deep down in your soul and radiating out your skin, and no one’s opinion (except maybe your own) can change that.”

Booyah. B)

One Of The Boys.

' She was basketball shorts, no make up and pulled back hair. She was far from girly and yet she still got all the boys to stare. But that’s all she really wanted — to be just like one of the boys so that she could get the attention from all the boys and in most cases, it worked like a charm. Her tough exterior and anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better attitude was what got her by, but it would only take her so far before people got to see the real her. The emotional, dramatic, heart-on-her-sleeve, sensitive girl that she’ll never admit to being inside. '

-52 hearts

Kinda reminds of someone I know, what about you?

Fighter's Spirit.

There’re lots of things out there. Fakes, doubters, liars, prophets, dreamers, lovers, fighters, believers… Everyone fits into a category. No matter what we may say, we all hate at least one person. No matter how we choose to feel, we will always love that one person who doesn’t love us back. Regardless of supposed ignorance, we all know the truth. It’s this game of life. It’s this mystery. Now, I don’t know how to solve it. But by God, even if I have to battle a fucking komodo dragon, I will get out alive.

-This One Life 

Au Revoir.

“After a while you learn 
the subtle difference between 
holding a hand and chaining a soul 
and you learn 
that love doesn’t mean leaning 
and company doesn’t always mean security. 


And you begin to learn 
that kisses aren’t contracts 
and presents aren’t promises 
and you begin to accept your defeats 
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, 
not the grief of a child 
and you learn 
to build all your roads on today 
because tomorrow’s ground is 
too uncertain for plans 
and futures have a way of falling down 
in mid-flight. 


After a while you learn 
that even sunshine burns 
if you get too much 
so you plant your own garden 
and decorate your own soul 
instead of waiting for someone 
to bring you flowers. 


And you learn that you really can endure 
you really are strong 
you really do have worth 
and you learn 
and you learn 
with every goodbye, you learn…”

—Veronica A. Shoffstall

Landscapes.

 " Sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. 
There is nothing to be done about that.

The heart loves. That's what it does.

 But just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to put up with their shit.

Sometimes love is like a city skyline - best viewed from a distance. "

Falling Out.

Broken Dark Chocolate.

—     ' Your heart broke as hers broke with every single word she spoke through every typed line she wrote for anyone who would listen, even though you know she mostly did it for herself. She needed to get it out there, she needed for someone to know — it was too hard to keep to herself when it always felt like she was about to explode with emotional distraught. You knew exactly what she was going through — anyone who’s been hurt would, and the only thing you wanted to do was take it away, but you knew you couldn’t. Only she could. '

Faint Nostalgia.

Honestly, I’m having trouble remembering what she looks like. The more I try to picture her, the more I can’t. Like, I remember how she makes me feel, I just don’t completely remember her. It’s like I’m trying to preserve something that’s already gone.

— How I Met Your Mother

Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs Become Lions.

Best shit outta the movie...




“When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our things were answers like astronaut, president, or in my case, princess. When we were ten, they asked us again. We answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist.  But now that we’ve grown up, they want a more serious answer. 


Well, how about this…
Who the hell knows?  


This isn’t a time to make hard and fast decisions. This is the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy because there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again because nothing is permanent. 


So make as many mistakes as you can. 
That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be…
 We won’t have to guess. We’ll know.”


-Eclipse.

Mad loving the inspiring graduation speech!

Dancing With Reminiscence.

—   In tribute to me bonding sesh with K...

     " You gradually get over the pain. It doesn’t go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up and he’s not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line you realize you’ve made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes, years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occassionally. You manage to do this because you don’t see them, you don’t hear about them, you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name … and the memories come flooding back. But memories also become less painful in time, and I can talk about [him] now without really feeling anything.”

Straight Talking - Jane Green

Commotions.

She is the sex!

' Many women equate drama with passion. A relationship filled with drama is usually exciting because you never know what could happen – good or bad. That kind of excitement can be destructive and is ultimately unsustainable. A drama-free relationship isn’t one that’s necessarily without love or passion; it’s one that’s mature enough to not need the emotional roller coaster. '

dammmn right.

Pride.

Rekindling Flames.

' Amidst the over-affectionate couples and over-ecstatic groups of giddy girls, we stood there calm but overly-excited with the small of my back grazing the small of your front swaying back and forth while our favorite band belted out our favorite songs.

Although we barely touched, you could still feel the little muscles underneath our rib cages beat simultaneously to the sound of the drums in the background. Our lips moved to every lyric, every phrase as if we were the ones who had written them ourselves, as if the singer was speaking directly to us and only us, as if this was just another scene to our never-ending movie where all the songs we’ve ever loved play in one moment and it’s just too much to take. Because that’s what it felt like. 

My eyes brimmed with tears as I mouthed along to each word that seemed to be in sync with my current heart and my former heart and what will always be in my heart, but I refused to let you see. Even though I know better to refrain than to let my thoughts dance with hope over the idea of being something more than we are, more like what used to be — I still can’t help but allow the melodies to drift into my ear and for the memories to flood back in overflow. I guess this is how it will always be with you, anytime I’m with you, anytime you sit inside my mind.

But beyond it all, we always have some secret understanding when it comes to nights alone like this in knowing that it’s only ever a game of pretend, reminiscent of the comfort and burning love we once had that was so hot we burned out hands, but now act like it was something we never really knew. So we never learn to stop playing with that fire again and again even though everyone else has told us to do different. We just don’t listen. It appears the only thing we can hear are the chords that still strum softly, almost quietly, the ones that hide inside our still connected hearts. '

-52 Hearts

Absolutely exquisite!