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.
“Now I know a disease that these doctors can’t treat. You contract it the day you accept all you see is a mirror, and a mirror is all it can be.
A reflection of something we’re missing.
And language just happened. It was never planned. And it’s inadequate to describe where I am, in the room of my house where the light has never been. Waiting for this day to end, and these clocks keep unwinding. And completely ignore everything that we hate, or adore. Once the page of a calendar is turned, it’s no more. So tell me, then, what was it for?
Oh, tell me, what was it for?”—Bright Eyes - A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks
I started following you here recently and tonight I finally got a chance to really take a look at your blog. It's truly great. I love traveling too, but haven't made it out of the country yet. What got you started on going everywhere that you have?
I was born in Hong Kong, so the aspect of knowing how different every part of the world is has been embedded in me since a young age. For a while there I was working four jobs, when I decided I’d had enough of the city I used to live in, and fucked off to Europe solo. Since then the travel bug has never left. I never want that feeling of escapism, mystery and wonder to leave. Traveling opens up your mind, your soul, your heart. The people you meet, the places you experience, and the stories that unfold are what makes it all as magical as it is. Good luck with your travels. Keep that mind of yours open.
Your Blog is amazing, your words are so inspirational. The way you use your emotions to write is the best. I recently read your bucket list (which is a lot like mine) and loved it, also your unsent letters, if you don't mind me asking, what happened on the night you wrote about the person who caused you a lot of pain? I appologise if it's to personal to answer. :-)
I felt free again. A heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders. I could see with clarity again, my eyes were no longer wet with memories and that which I cannot change.
Your words are amazing! Please never stop. You bring me hope. I have shown your blog to a few friends and family members and it is so hard to getthemto turn away from that computer once they have began reading. Your words are mesmerising! Please never ever ever stop. Your blog, your words and your mind are amazing. Sometimes your posts are the thing that helps me get on with my day! <3 love, a very greatful follower :)
Aren’t you just a big ray of sunshine!! Isn’t it funny, just when we begin to give up on our passion, someone like you comes along. Don’t change. Thank you.
“People are so fucking dumb. Nobody reads anymore, nobody goes out and looks and explores the society and culture that they were brought up in. People have attention spans of 5 seconds and as much depth as a glass of water.”—David Bowie
used to hold my head in my own loose grip, reciting ammonio methacrylate copolymer, hypromellose, lactose, magnesium stearate…
at night, when the candles in our room blew out and you wouldn’t let me relight them, when i stopped in the middle of the good part of every book i ever read, your fingers trailing down my sides in the half-sleep of the sin we shared together, the nights we sweat through relentlessly, the ache we felt insistently - i used to think, quietly - polyethylene glycol 400, povidone, sodium hydroxide, sorbic acid, stearyl alcohol…
and in the cold breath of morning, with the dewy coming of dawn, days after they have lowered you into the ground, after your mother has struggled silently to take in the fresh tracks dotting your arm, after your sister asks me loudly to look at what i’ve done, i sit with the last cigarette i will ever smoke, thinking - talc, titanium dioxide, and triacetin.
how good these words taste - all the chemicals i need to sleep away a memory, syllables as sweet as the drug they make up - as beautiful as the sound of my breaths, as painless as the shock of your passing, as gripping as the days without you, now; every one of them slow, and dark, and sad.
Most people go to funerals thinking wrongly of why they are there. They are not there because the person died; they are there because that person lived.
Down, down, down, I can feel you falling.
Bite your lip and hold your tongue, pull it together, suck it up, smile, always smile, distract yourself from the edging thoughts at the back of your head, and go. The show must go on.
There’s always gonna be bad shit out there. No matter where you go, who you are, or what you do. That’ the game of life for ya. But here’s the amazing thing - light triumphs over darkness. Every time. You can stick a candle into the dark, but you can’t stick the dark into the light.
You will do what you have to do to get through this. People deal with things their own way, end of story. Letting go is a gradual process. We heal, often without even knowing it. Even if you don’t realize you’re moving on with your life, it happens. And I think the hardest lesson we have to learn is this: sometimes people won’t stay in our lives, for whatever reason. That doesn’t mean they don’t stay in our hearts. Whichever path you take from here, I pray you never stop seeing all the love surrounding you.
You control which direction you go. If you wanna go up, you will, and if times get tough, never forget my hand to pull you back up, and remind you who you really are.
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. More degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, and watch TV too much.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, yet still have trouble crossing the street to meet our new neighbor. We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait; have higher incomes, but lower morals; more food, and less appeasement. We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less and less communication. We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short characters; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more food, and less nutrition. These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. Of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or just to hit delete…
Life’s too short to hate. Too short to dwell on problems that will have evaporated by tomorrow. Too short to waste a moment of happiness on people that don’t matter. Too short to live in the past, and prevent yourself from making a future.
I’m free. Free from trapping myself in negative emotions towards people. The ones that have done wrong don’t exist in my world anymore, they’re nothing, absolutely nothing, even if I still belong in their world full of malice and hate. I’m surrounded by people that love me, whom I love in return. I’m young and free and have a passion to live this life to the fullest, go where my heart tells me to, and do it all with no fear of making the wrong decisions - there are no regrets, no mistakes, only lessons.