Livi's BLog :)

I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.

If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.

She felt as if she had been on the outside of happiness her whole life.

You hear, but are you listening? You exist, but are you living? You look, but do you see?

It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.

So much of language is unspoken. So much of language is compromised of looks and gestures and sounds that are not words. People are ignorant of the vast complexity of their own communication.

Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.