“I love when it rains. I love unmade beds. I love that little gasp someone takes when their favorite character dies. I love how, when a person is drunk and you ask them a deep question, they become completely honest in that one moment. I love when people cherish the spaces between their fingers. I love when people stay. I love how, when someone doesn’t know how to use a camera, someone else will come up behind them, wrap their arms around them, and hold the camera steady for them, teaching them. I love the look in people’s eyes when they first wake up, because they look lost. And then familiarity reappears, and it’s magic because it’s as if they’ve found home again. You see, each of us can write a list of the things we love, and the list can go on for quite a while. But how long do you think it takes for someone to say “Myself”?”—Mackenzie E.B. (via imnotchaste)
Thank you for acting like I am invisible and my problems are nonexistent, just thank you. The worst part is I made a choice for myself and you have been holding grudges on me because you are unhappy with it.
“Sometimes you just need to cry and be sad. You need to break down and be torn apart. You need to learn to pick yourself up and put yourself back together. Sometimes, the only way to be happy is to give into sadness first, because without sadness, there is no happiness; you would never learn to smile.”—
“When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending.”—Thich Nhat Hanh (via khalishh)
“There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.”—Lemony Snicket (via psych-facts)