What happens when people open their hearts?
They get better.
They get better.
Accept what is, let go of what was, and have faith in what could be.
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
― Mark Twain (via lazypacific)
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane
― Looking for Alaska, John Green
(via bl-ossomed)
(via bl-ossomed)
I realise that I’ve learnt, after several past missteps and in anticipation of perhaps several future ones, to look for and nurture relationships with friends I care about and who care about me: coupled and uncoupled, married and unmarried, floating in between continents and couplings, leaving and arriving, writing and not writing, forgiving or not forgiving, or forgiving without a word, returning wordlessly, messy interlocking circles that move and shift and friends who surprise me out of the blue with words of care that leave me stammering in surprise and pleasure.
I have two modes these days;
Either I love you to death and think you’re an amazing gift to this planet or I’ve forgotten you ever even walked on this planet.
Either I love you to death and think you’re an amazing gift to this planet or I’ve forgotten you ever even walked on this planet.
― ॐ☾sashabloodsoup☽ॐ (via sashabloodsoup)
