Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.

بين منطوق لم يقصد و مقصود لم ينطق تضيع الكثير من المحبة

I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

romanticize self-love. romanticize your fingers on your cheeks, massaging the day away. romanticize your body splayed out in bed sunday afternoons, soaking up the sun, glistening like warm honey. romanticize your hands draped out car windows, tickled by the gentle wind. romanticize curtains flung open, you blasting every song that ever made you feel better, giving the neighbors a show they’ll never forget. romanticize cutting things, people and experiences out of your life that make you feel less than complete. romanticize feeling beautiful, affirming your beauty and admiring yourself in nearby mirrors. romanticize the way you speak, with prose draped around your neck and kindness dancing circles in your belly. romanticize your talents, your identity and the things you could never live without. say that you are proud, say that you are grateful and say that you are inspiring. romanticize you.

I think that after the first time you give your heart away, you never get it back. The rest of your life is just you pretending that you still have a heart.

don’t forget that this shit made you feel good. don’t forget that you’re capable of feeling good. if you do, give me a call, I’ll play you your favorite songs, remind you what you’re worth, and take you every place that’s ever made you feel happy. doesn’t matter if we’re 19 or 90, I’ll always remember that this shit made you feel good, and even when you forget it, I know you’re capable of feeling good, so don’t hesitate, love. give me that call.

One minute they ache to touch you, the next day they want nothing to do with you. Feelings are a fickle thing. You want answers, you need closure, and now you’re laying awake at night trying to hold yourself together because you allowed yourself to be vulnerable. You are full of love for someone who saw what you had to offer – and they decided they didn’t want it. This, an unbearable version of the many forms of loneliness.

let me tell you about the marigolds in his eyes. the lilies in my mouth. let me tell you about how i fell out of love with the sun when he came around.