I think I finally understand why the aloof rich man on a story falls in love with the poor, brave, and jolly girl. Loneliness is a disease that eats you up from the inside that even just a spark of joy on a peculiar person that is so different from your personality is so attractive.
When you were touched by an unwanted hand, it will leave a lasting mark. That even though they’re not touching you anymore, it feels like they left an imprint on your skin that just wouldn’t go away no matter what you do. It may be years now but it feels like it just happened. The sad thing is, they will forget but you might never be.
and all at ONCE *slams fist on table* (you are the one) *stands up* I HAVE BEEN WAITING *kicks aside chair* WAITING *aggressive hair flip* BODY AND SOUL *cups hands around mouth* OOH OH OH *throws lamp* anD aLL AT ONCE!!!
👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
i want friends with whom i can visit art galleries and photography collections, exchange monthly book recommendations, take long city walks during the night, drink cheap wine while listening to vinyl records, browse second-hand bookshops, spend all day in little libraries, sit on balconies and take pictures of the evening sky
in case you needed to hear this today:
🌷 it will get better, even though it feels like u will feel this way forever.
🌼 there are people who found you beautiful or radiant and you never knew it.
🌻 you have survived all your worst days.
💛 bad days are always temporary.
🌹you’re not behind. trust the timing of your life.
🌱 you are growing through this.
🌻 right now, you’re exactly where you are meant to be.
⛅️ every day is a new chance to start again.
🌸 it’s never too late to change, it’s not a race.
🌼 take things one day at a time. you will get there.
Planned to finish all my work earlier
*accidentally fell asleep*
*woke up at 7*
-edited videos
-added subtitle
-Finished chap 4&5
-printed grammarly result
-Tinapos ppt presentation sa jeep haggardness
I just feel like we’re getting lazier and lazier as time goes on.
I miss the times when I express what I feel with words and not emoticons.
Greek Myth: Goddesses － Artemis ☾
↳ Artemis was one of the most widely venerated of the Ancient Greek deities. Her roman equivalent is Diana. Homer refers to her as Artemis Agrotera, Potnia Theron: “Artemis of the wildland, Mistress of Animals”. In the classical period of Greek mythology, Artemis was often described as the daughter of Zeus and Leto, and the twin sister of Apollo.
“Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it. You must search for that word, that verb, that adjective, and never be content with an approximation, never resort to tricks, even clever ones, and never have recourse to verbal sleigh-of-hand to avoid a difficulty.”
—Flaubert to Maupassant , selected short stories Guy de Maupassant
The older you get, the more you realize how much of an asshole you were to your parents when you were young
be open with your love and loud with your laughter. life is so much brighter when lived genuinely.
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now