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What do you want me to do?

Probably nothing, but be happy.

Random conversation with a stranger on the internet

The hardest thing to do.

Forgive our mistakes are always the hardest thing to do.

Indeed, how can we forgive the person who are the closest to ourselves, and who had made ourselves suffer with impunity ?

- My biggest demon is the excellence which I've obliged myself to adopt.

- Why ?

- Because of that, I've forgot that I was human.

Unknown

You think attention is love and that’s why you suffer so deeply.

October, please bring us love, happiness, positivity and hope ‎♡

i hate it whenever i seek to write my words down and postpone it. eventually, those precious words lose their urgency, and another important glimmer of mundane life is overlooked, overshadowed, forgotten

i'm too young to be feeling nostalgia

Like Phases of the Moon

To my parents I am waxing and To my sister I am waning To many I am new, unseen and mysterious. Never do I fully show myself to those around me…only to those I deem worthy, If I present to you in my full glory you must know you are special, you have been chosen to seem me as I am. I am a complex web of something quite simple, built to forever stand out in space amongst the many planets who demand majority’s attention Overlook but not underestimated, I am like the moon. -For the Outcasts

Maybe we are all crazy, that’s why we search for love in places it can never be found.

4 a.m. thoughts

And then, just like that, we became strangers to each other.

4 a.m. thoughts, words better left unsaid

Eyes like islands in the ocean

The waves of your iris pulling me in

A rip current that can’t be escaped

Sailing toward the whirlpool of your pupil

Drowning in your soul

-These Windows Are Dangerous

The turmoil inside me has begun to settle

That should be a good thing

But now I just feel empty

As if the war inside of me has accepted its defeat

But has not lost hope

I see in your eyes your love for her

And your curiosity of me

I feel in your touch the “what if” of taking it further

The want to do it again

But now I’m wondering if I’ve become an experiment

If these feelings are worth pursuing

Or if the only time I am worthy of your affection

Is when we both have something to blame it on

- It’s not real if we aren’t sober

“I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.”

- Lord Alfred Tennyson

All the pain you ever felt was just trying to make you feel alive

Pavani

“I had stopped then,

Captivated in her warm embrace,

Frozen in starlight and stardust.

We both went silent, under the watchful moon,

And then I whispered back,

I love you too.”

~ An adaptation, from On Poets and Writers and Painters and Love

I'm not sure if everyone's confidence is authentic, including ours. We plan our future together when we don't even know what we're doing after the sun rises in the morrow, isn't it scary? The expectations of everyone around us, judging our every move and giving advice, thinking we're a mirror image of their younger selves where everything in their lives took a turn for the worse. Their disappointing stares and comments, our anxiety filled hope that everything will work out and we won't be left heartbroken and alone, still caught up with the ghosts of our past and future, where nothing is certain, but everything is set in stone by the higher power of our world. Our personalities are so similar yet so different, we went through different things, and we chose the same toxic coping methods, yet only one of us has changed and sought to grow and heal. I'm not sure if we can suffer the future together, but I know that I'd do anything to stay by your side, even if that means going for an eternal sleep until our Lord returns and rescues us from our woes. We've gotten to the stage where I'm unsure if my love for you is an unhealthy obsession, but if it is then there needs to be an intervention. I would die for you, but not in the jokingly I would take a bullet just to prove my love, in the sense of irreparable damage, of fracturing my soul just to be in your presence. Now will you listen? I have so much to say but I don't even know if you will hear me, I move to fast but not in the physical sense, in the sense that I'm already picturing our wedding and what our kids will look like, I'm a romantic but you're scared of commitment, where I would commit my entire life to serve you in an instant. Isn't it scary? This life we lead, where we tell each other we're okay, but inside we're terrified of what's going to happen and we both know it. Do you know what you did when you put your name at the end of mine and then said you couldn't promise anything? Not even that you'd try to make it happen with me. It was the most beautiful and heartbreaking day of my life. Why can't you think before you say? We were only joking, and you said that line with such sincerity that I almost believed that we were already at the altar, but can you blame me when you look at me in that way that feels like I'm the only person in your life, that makes me melt and trip over my words like a nervous wreck. The truth is I'm terrified, terrified that one day you'll look at me and give up, that you'll no longer be interested in spending our lives together and starting a family, and it might be irrational but I don't feel worthy of you, and everything that people are saying fuels my anxiety, and if I could just look into your eyes and listen to you tell me how everything will be okay and that we'll get through all of our trials together, I'll truly be at rest. Because the truly irrational thing is that I trust you with everything I have, even though you tell me not too.

This makes me feel like I'm bidding goodbye to Narnia 😭🥺

It's gorgeous- whoever wrote this thank you for sharing it~~ 💕✨

We skipped around the snow

And danced with the snowdragon

We snuggled around the fire

And gazed across the ocean

Of misty blue eyes

And whispered goodbyes

Clouds

let us take a moment to appreciate the clouds the passages of time sheltering us from a world so loud the subjects of our gaze when we're in cheerful vain the peaceful soothers of unbearable pain

Hundreds of origami flapping birds fly above your beautiful hair,

as your smile appears, captivating me in that slight moment of dizziness.

A classic, sweet, and soft lullaby that once was lost but now is alive from your solemn tune.

I catch myself mesmerized by decades of nostalgia feelings and your honey voice.

Despite the growing grey hair and wrinkled face, I’ll give my biggest love to you wholeheartedly.

- levouitee, ‘24 ❀