So please, please, please don't ever shut this down. Your words are priceless and if you write a book I'll gladly be the first one to buy it and read it in one breath. Don't ever give up from writing. Your words give me strength and hope and I find myself in them. Thank you for everything. Love, Mia.
I don't want to ask you anything, I'm just here to say thank you. You are truly amazing and I think you need to know that. First time I've stumbled upon your blog was over one year ago when I've been completely lost and you saved me with your words. Since then you've been inspiring me and I just can't express my gratitude. I am 19-year old girl and I live on the other side of the world in small beautiful country Croatia and this blog has been my very close friend when I needed it the most.
I would love to travel the Croatian coastline! I’ve heard it’s absolutely beautiful.
Thanks for making me feel not so alone in my thoughts by nothing but the power of your words in your blog. There's a lot of life in your posts, both heartbreak and happiness. You have a gift, the ability to paint feelings and emotions with the construct of your written thoughts. To connect with people through shared sentiments even in very different situations. Write on. Your words are powerful and your views inspirational. You possess unbelievable talent. All the best, -lifeslittleinnuendos
This world is broken, but beautiful. It gets shivery and somber, we find ourselves cramped and crooked, and unable to know which path to walk down and which one to leave. But sometimes, these forgotten fog-rimmed feelings are the most important, you know? It may all feel too real and raw and hard to deal with… but life is what we make it, whichever perspective we choose to see through, and really, it’s all we’ve got.
And yeah, I know being happy is hard. It’s temperamental. It’s exhausting. But you have to do things that scare the hell out of you sometimes. Have to kiss people that might not kiss you back. Have to get your hands a little dirty. Have to build things only to tear them down - only to burn them down and start all over. Think about what it means to change, what it means to start over, what it means to live. What it means to feel your knees buckling beneath the weight of all these beautiful things. Because it’s okay to be lonely. As long as you know that you’re not alone. And let me tell you, from one stranger to another, you are not alone.
“Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it. To recognize it you must repeat the adventure of the artist. It is a melody that he sings to you, and to hear it again in your own heart you want knowledge and sensitiveness and imagination.”—The Moon and Sixpence
I found my smile again at the place that once felt like home found my heart where I left a piece of it, a long time ago here I was again, same place different person surrounded by love from those that still hold that piece of my heart kept safe in the palm of their hands squeezing the life back into me. I look to my right there she is older wiser more beautiful a smile radiating from her bigger and brighter than I remember I look to my left there they are happy drunk toothless and in some strange way family to each other that chapter of my life I look back on and smile back when the days didn’t tie themselves together and blend into one big mound of days and weeks and months. yet the clock keeps ticking on in some strange way I can feel it slipping through me it’s nearly closing time I’m collecting silver from the floor fallen and forgotten placing them in her jar the jar that was once mine my minds still going round in circles gradually slowing down from the chaos that I let exist just one hour ago I’m thinking of you and her and him and them. that’s when I see it the whirlwind of thoughts abruptly disappearing an inch from my feet glistening and glowing against the dirty pub floor the black and white, the darkness and light, the moon and sun, fire and water, male and female, heaven and earth, you and I opposite, but unable to exist without the other complementary, not opposing. And amongst all the darkness I let consume me, I remember the light shining from within me the same one that lead me here on a night like this to remind me who I really am.
I searched "tumblr fear" and stumbled here. Me: ...You are so real and beautiful with your words that just seem so... effortless. Thank you. "The more I know, the more I know I don't know." You are so right. & I gotta say fear is such a monster, isn't it. It is for me now. Your words hit all those nails and funny bones so you gotta keep writing kay? Love, someone watching from the shadows
It’s the only way I know how… Every now and then, when life throws a shitty time at you, it’s the only way I know how to deal. I can’t talk to people, they fuck up too often. Paper will always keep my secrets. That fear thing? "It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that things are difficult." Thank you for your kind words. I understand you could have read this, then navigated off this page. Yet strangely, you’ve turned my morning around, and it’s only 7am.