*recognizes that im feeling geniuine human emotion* ok, troubling
“I have a deep fear of being too much. That one day
I will find my someone, and they will realize that I am
a hurricane. That they will step back and be intimidated
by my muchness.”
Michelle K., Rumbles From My Head (via wordsnquotes)
Sometimes unfinished business is better left unfinished. It bothers your soul for a while, but in the long run it’s good for you. Leave the negativity behind mid sentence. There’s nothing more to be said.
“I’m not the type of person to give up on someone. Yes, sometimes I get really mad and upset so I need a minute to cool off but I’ll never abandon you. I don’t leave people. And I think that’s why it always hurts so bad when people leave me.”
“Why is it that society has taught us to hate who we are? When did we let “them” determine whether someone fits in or not? Why do we care so much when we’re talked about because we’re “different”? I would be bored to death with myself if I fitted into what “they” expected from me. Being different by being yourself should be something we greatly encourage instead of it being judged thoroughly. Why do we still accept living in a society in which that doesn’t happen?”
t.k. (via timbllr)
“I want to taste your lips before coffee and your skin before sunshine.”
Unknown (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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Ever notice how when you’re hanging out with someone, you’re not only hanging out with a body but also with a history. Ever felt it too?
Like you’re walking down the sidewalk alongside this field of planted experiences; memories of childhood, first kisses, love, tragedy, heartbreak, heartmend, epic wins and epic failures. So much personal history at your disposal just at arm’s length.
And you can tap and trigger these memories through conversation.
Some blossom like a flower.
Some explode like a mine.
And soon the totality of the field next to you begins to expand once you realize that you yourself are dropping seeds into that soil. You’re like a fleet of Maple leaves hovering swiftly across. And then you begin to wonder what kind of seeds you’re dropping. Will they flower or explode?
”Pancho Panoptes (via lazypacific)
someone please come pick me up and drive around all night with me just listening to music and talking about life