“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
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.Iain S. Thomas (via sorakeem)
I will remember your face, cause I am still in love with that place.
I’ve got a plan, I’ve got an atlas in my hands. I’m gonna turn when I listen to the lessons I’ve learned.
I’ve got a plan, I’ve got an atlas in my hands…. I’m gonna turn when I listen to the lessons I’ve learned.
You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won’t really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we’ll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won’t wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (via legiit)
again, and again…until i really mean it.
…and if you don’t like it, change it. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to make the conscious effort to concentrate on myself - to love myself, to allow time for myself, think about myself in the singular and not worry how it/I may be and am affecting others. Eat better, play better, work harder, love myself deeper. I will answer the questions I have about “MYSELF” and consult “ME” on the things that “I” desire – without judgment from all forms of aforesaid. I have spent the majority of my hours/days/months/years worried about the happiness of others – more specifically, how I could make them happier and what I could do to make their lives better. Most of the time costing myself my own happiness and at the figure of my healthwealthandwisdom. So, I suppose - in a sense, my early resolution is to be more selfish. In absolutely every way, and to not feel sorry about it or regret it. I vow to eat wiser and research foods and diets that will benefit my health perhaps changing the very makeup of my body and in turn clearing and opening my mind, begin to do things that I have reserved on bucket lists and in savings accounts, concentrate on my skills and how they may lead me to my written future and benefit me more wholly there. I will find what I mean by religion, if it is God or another – and listen to what I have to say about what this time in this form means to me for however long I have to use it here.
I will explore and hope to satisfy my wanderlust in these young years – On The Road and Eat Pray Love until I think I’ve really done it. If it’s physical or mental is the question I’m looking to answer here. I will not use “never” and “wont” as a defense mechanism any longer.
Is it the non-conformation in those words I am really attracted to –Have I let my care for others fill this space so deeply already – am I done, have I spent that responsibility?
I will really, actually, love myself. Because if not, who then? I will not use myself against myself anymore.
I will be the greatest love of my life.
I will be more selfish.
There is no further,Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
no further in love than this,
no deeper to fall.
If perfect you seek,Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
look elsewhere and beyond me,
I barely get by.
The Little Yellow House
Journalism and Mass Communications: Strategic Communications Grad from the University of Kansas. Winter Park, Colorado. Passion for event planning, student involvement and leadership.