If I Said I Love You Would You Walk Away

I am mourning the loss of a friend who still stands in front of me. Because I can see the door she will take to leave my life, and it is near.

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

You remind me of all the feelings I’ve been running away from.

OKAY SO

Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.

I grew up thinking that in order to live a happy life, I had to get good grades and go to a prestigious university and get a highly paid job. But as I grew older I began to realise that in order to life a happy life, I had to choose it for myself and not live a life that others expect of me, whether it be your parents, teachers or friends. This is your life. I made a decision that I didn’t want to be successful and live in a big house with fancy cars in the drive. So, I packed my bags and got out of this little town that had suffocated me for the last 18 years and drank coffee in small shops in Germany, chased the Horizon in Australia, woke up with a mountain view in Singapore. How beautiful is it to know that your feet have walked the grounds of many different countries and your skin has felt the air of many busy cities. Please darling, do not get lost in society’s belief that you are only successful if you have a well paid job, like I once had. As humans, we are going to die, that is one thing we are guaranteed in life. What will you care about the most while lying on your death bed, your fancy cars, big house? Or the stories and experience you have encountered on the journey of this beautiful thing called life? So there’s one thing I ask of you: please travel. Whether you’re 21 or 49. It is never too early nor too late so see the beautiful world.

Your eyes are the colour of an ocean on a stormy day, and your skin is as fair as the moon. I stand here, immersed in your beauty, wondering why on earth you’re here with me.

Boycott “Split.”

Normally I wouldn’t reblog stuff like this here, but please don’t see this movie. Dissociative Identity Disorder is so misunderstood to where it’s constantly played off to be faked/made up, so “rare” you would never meet anyone with it (it’s actually about as common, if not more, than schizophrenia or autism, but misdiagnosis and stigma even in the medical field is rampant), or in the case of this movie, portraying those with DID like dangerous killers. 

Today he woke up to the heaviest pour. He never really liked the sound of the pouring rain. But it all slowly faded away, as he turned to the small figure curled up next to him. Gently, with a finger, he brushed a few long strands of hair away from her delicate face. He watched her sleeping face with his head resting on his right hand, his right elbow on the pillow he slept on. And with a smile he thought, rainy days never felt so good.

Things I didnt realize until I made friends who'd never experienced poverty. PART 1