joie de vivre.

She literally told me, you’re too much of a genius, you’re gonna be too famous. She literally left me… Tell me that shit ain’t a gift and a curse.

I wonder whose arms would I run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved.

So you go about your life,“ she said, “and I’ll go about mine,“ “And, the next time we see each other, everything will have changed but everything will be okay.

Marry a man who only has eyes for you.  Marry a man who can control his gaze from the temptations of the world because he respects you.  Marry someone who will go the extra mile to make you feel loved because if it isn’t raw, passionate, deep love… it isn’t worth it. Marry a man who hears the change in your voice and recognizes that you’re hurting inside.  Life is too short to have a love that is ordinary.  Marry someone who doesn’t need his body to touch you because sometimes words are more than enough to make us feel things we have never felt. Marry someone who recognizes how special your heart is and treats it with the utmost care and love.  Don’t marry someone who is reckless with your emotions.  

We all have someone who we just can’t fucking let go of.

Oh how I wanted to say that I missed him. How I wanted to call him and start a stupid conversation the way we used to do. How I wanted to ask him something ridiculous like did he like cats, like what did he think of the colour blue, like did he still love me, like did he ever? Did he ever love me at all? And how I wanted to sit on his bed and rest my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. Or sit on the floor of his room and let him kiss me and let him kiss me and let him kiss me again. Or, oh, how I wanted to go back to the beginning, to the first day when he approached me. How I wanted to leave so he’d never told me his name and I’d never told him mine.

Even though losing you hurt, letting go was a relief.

I don’t think feelings change, not people. I think situations change. I know that it’s possible to dislike someone after loving them so much or to love someone after feeling so much hate towards them but, it’s not because people change, it’s because it’s not the same anymore. It’s because something made you think differently, something opened your eyes, something caused you to see everyday the way it is at last. It’s like days. Days can be cloudy, or days can be sunny but days don’t change, the weather does. And nothing can play a part in that or fix that, they can just let it be.

There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very lovable.