Reblog this if you’re pro-receiving a brown paper package containing one (1) handwritten love letter, a small jar of strawberry jam from the farmers market, and a smattering of pressed flowers.
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“He was art, the type of art that makes you feel thousand things at the same time and the type of art that everyone wants to see.”
The saddest thing about recovery is the illusion that you will be your old self again. When you are in recovery, you are in the process of becoming a new person with new set of ways to cope, with new set of ways to recharge and with new set of ways to find happiness. It’s basically starting a new life whether you like it or not.
Juansen Dizon, A New Life (via juansendizon)
It means we take care of each other. It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.
(via thelastkylorey)
Love is your heart lying disillusioned to your thoughts due to the presence of something most unexpected.
For under any other circumstance it simply does not do to defy the laws of survival. To lay the needs of another animal, of whom you have no biological responsibility for, ahead of your own requirements. Is it not most ludicrous?
Should you desire to understand love remember that feeling overrides thought. We are consequence driven creatures and when pleasure is found we are most keen to come crawling back for more; with love each new fusion of chemicals brings a slightly different reaction more intricate and exciting than the last. It is the only time our drive for pleasure overpowers our drive for survival.
Love is a mechanism we are yet to understand that holds an ability to shake us to the core. We do not control love, it controls us. To have the power to break another soul often leads us to destroy our own in panic. The disillusion leads to unexpected responses which can prove both wonderful and horrific. One day a person may jump in front of a car to protect their loved one, other days they may be the car. Love shall bring out the best and worst in an individual. There lies no person who can claim they have no weakness after falling in love.
You cannot deny that love in its purest form is perhaps the most gut wrenching form of torture. But take the chemicals and the formulas and the explanations away and you’re left with two thirty seven year olds chasing each other around the apartment laughing until they fall legs entwined to the floor. You have two teenagers sitting in the library stealing glances at each other forgetting the book for all they desire to read is the other’s mind. You have an elderly couple with eyes that still glisten as if they were twenty three.
So learn that this may never make any coherent sense and thus cannot truly be explained; how can we define love when love defines us?
DEFINE LOVE - a touching request by @mahhhhkhaela23 (via the-teenage-poet)
When your whole life has been a shit show, you don’t need a motherfucker to remind you how bad things are. Life is a teacher that kicks you right in the nuts with some steel fuckin’ toed boots, and then kisses you when you drop to your knees. It ain’t fuckin’ fair, but it is up front about things. And I guess in a way, that shit ain’t all bad.
We’re in the backseat of his dad’s car with weird music playing. Yellow traffic light falls on his face and all i do is look,look,look. Witness him spiraling my world. And then green light. Go Go Go. I go to the moon and the depths of the space and fade into nothingness, all in search for something more alluring than him. Then red. Stop Stop Stop. He’ll never be yours, don’t tell these lies to yourself. He’s a myth. A hoax. Too good to be true. Perhaps too good to be yours.
(via zombie-patato)
Don’t get me wrong now… but my life was fine before I met you and I’m sure it’ll be fine after you leave. However… I don’t want fine, normal, or ordinary. I want you… and maybe sometimes that means mayhem, tears, or heartbreak… but I don’t care. I’d take it all… because along the way… you gave my life color and it wasn’t just fine anymore… it was beyond extraordinary… you gave me the ride of my life.
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