(For some reason, I thought of Melanie while I wrote this post, because it's always her with the thought provoking insights. I know you changed your eljay... hit me up to remind me what your new username is!) 01. Why do important life lessons have to hit so close to the heart?
I guess it's so that we can't ignore it, but
really... You wonder why the right thing to do ALWAYS hurts. Always leaves you feeling a little (or a lot) vulnerable. It takes away a little of you, stabs you in the heart... But in the end... I don't know. I feel like I'd rather go through hurt than not feel at all. That doesn't make it hurt any less, though. But is it supposed to help, knowing that you wouldn't have it any other way? Is the choice really between not feeling emotion and feeling it and having it hurt? What happened to the third choice? What happened to happiness? Why is that so hard to find?
02. Let's indulge in tumblelog quotes...
"“ Letting go doesn’t mean we don’t care. Letting go doesn’t mean we shut down. Letting go means we stop trying to force outcomes and make people behave. It means we give up resistance to the way things are, for the moment. It means we stop trying to do the impossible–controlling that which we cannot–and instead, focus on what is possible–which usually means taking care of ourselves. And we do this in gentleness, kindness, and love, as much as possible.
— Melody Beattie"
“ After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and changing a soul. You begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises. And you start to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open. You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain. After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. You learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth. You learn that with every goodbye, there’s a hello. Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash. Fall in love. Be random. Say I love you. Cry. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Drink until the bottle’s empty. Sing out loud. Tell an asshole how you feel. Let someone know what they’re missing. Laugh until your stomach hurts. Live Life."
“ I remember being twelve and thinking, I can’t wait until I’m sixteen, because by then I’m going to have a car, a driver’s license, a really cool boyfriend, and boobs. And now I’m eighteen, and I have none of those things. None!
— Emma Roberts"
“ Seek out that particular mental attribute which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says, ‘This is the real me,’ and when you have found that attitude, follow it."
“If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say
“But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today.”
“ I believe pain and suffering are two different things. Pain is the feeling. Sufering is the effect that pain inflicts. If one can endure pain, one can live without suffering. If one can learn to withstand pain, one can withstand anything.
— James Fray"
“ Whenever there is a mirror around, it is almost impossible not to take a look at yourself. Even though we all know what we look like, we all like just to look at our reflections, if only to see how we’re doing.
— Lemony Snicket"
“ I’ve been thinking a lot lately about taking chances. And how it’s really just about overcoming your fears. Because the truth is, every time you take a big risk in your life, no matter how it ends up, you’re always glad you took it."- Scrubs
03. Someone made me do this...
"things about me.
just because every so often you need to write what you know about yourself, right? to stop you from slipping away from yourself."
- I like gerberas. Roses are romantic, but gerberas are happy. You give me roses because you love me, but Gerberas... they mean that you walked past a flower shop and bought one because you wanted to make me smile. And when I smiled, you smiled. By giving me the flower, I was able to give something back. You gave it to me because you loved me, and I tried to tell you that I loved you too.
- I love pillows. Large, soft, downy pillows with 400 thread count egyptian cotton (haha!). I love hugging them, I love sleeping on them and I love waking up knowing that they're there to defend me in case a murderer decides to knock on my window. But I'd give every last one of them away in exchange for you. Whoever you are. Look my way, give me a smile. Tell me that you're the one, and I'll stop indulging in pillows and start indulging in you.
- I read way too much FictionPress. And I compare everyone I meet to FP characters. "Fedora boy's really cute. Quirky. Like Quentin Maxwell quirky."
- Feed me ice cream. Chocolate, cookies and cream, vanilla chocolate chip, chocolate chip cookie dough. Feed me ice cream with chocolate in it, and don't tell me that ice cream can hardly constitute a meal. Understand my obsession with chocolate and pancakes and ice cream for breakfast and brownies for dinner and sugar for lunch, and you'll have understood me.
- When I look away and say that I don't want to talk about it, it means that I really do. And you should really give me a hug. When I look right at you and tell you that I don't want to talk about it, it means that I really, really DON'T.
- It's not that I don't eat during mealtimes. It's that I eat too much outside mealtimes that I end up not eating when I'm supposed to. If you want to take me out for dinner, do it at four in the afternoon or eleven at night. As for lunch, that's at 10AM, and maybe after two. I don't eat when I'm supposed to.
- There's something so carthartic about walking in the middle of a road with streetlights, no cars, and one or two people for company. You can run, you can laugh and you can fall. You're alone but you're not. It's like working on an assignment in a room with another person across the room playing a weird computer game. You're alone but you're not. It's like having a difficult conversation in your best friend's bedroom with the door open and people outside. You're alone, but if things get too tough you don't have to be. It's like sharing a room with your biffle. You've got your half, but all you have to do is reach out and she's there. You're alone, but you don't have to be.
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