You deserve someone that won’t leave even when it’s hard to breathe.

I’m tired of explaining why I act in the ways I do, or why my heart beats in the way that it does. How are we able to open up the depths of our souls to people and then one day eventually move on and forget them forever? As if we were two strangers in the world who’d forever keep each other’s deepest secrets?

I would love to be with you, but I don’t want to be with someone who’s hurt me so many times.

You’ve treated me better. I’ve missed you, but I don’t need you anymore.

I’m finding that once you meet enough people in your life, every new person you meet thereafter reminds you in some way of someone you know. And once in a while, you meet someone and a mannerism, or their way of speaking, or something, tugs at your heart, even though you don’t even know a thing about them. And you realise that it’s because that mannerism or way of speaking or even their aura reminds you of someone you more than knew. Someone who meant something special to you, someone especially close to your heart, someone you used to, and if you were honest with yourself, still, love.   

I went over to my friends house on Christmas Eve to give her a present around 8 and stayed there until 11 making art with her. It was wonderful and I miss spending time with her

the fallibility of dreams

have you ever had that dream where

you’re you and you knowthat,

the realisation echoing deep in your soul

but then you aren’t you?  

when you’re a princess with a MI6 in hand

golden braids in your hair and leather gloves on your fingers

armour plating your shins and a corset stealing the breath

right out of your lungs  

have you ever had that dream where

you’re in your house and you know

it’s your house but somehow it

just isn’t? the walls are wrong  

the colors are messed up and someone’s

been picking at the lock

but your room’s the same way it always was;

your toy pig is still next to your pillow and

the mirror is at the foot of your bed  

have you ever had that dream where

the person (you know

she was real, you know)

you loved wasn’t real?  

when you could feel her hand in yours and

the warmth of her fingertips against your forehead

her breath tinting the cold misty air and her eyes

glittering onyx as she stood beneath the stars  

you wake up, and she isn’t there.

In this moment, I am thinking of you and for the first time I don’t feel sad. I feel as if you’re with me.

-Samantha Camargo

You were water in the form of a raindrop

that fell into my life.

I was the land,

nourished and refreshed by your path.

As water, immediately, you changed your shape again.

My love has perhaps warmed you so much that you became steam.

You faded away,

but still left your sign inside me.

Ugh 3 more days..can time go any slower waiting for you to come home :/

Do you ever miss someone bunches? Does it make you sad? 

I do right now. Very much so. I have no idea why, but it’s really bringing me down. As I sat earlier today, bored out of my mind at my desk, I got a text from someone who I was not expecting. Just saying how much they missed me and wanted to hang out next time they’re in town. No, this wasn’t a guy who wanted to get with me, it was one of my friends with whom I used to be extremely close with. It made me realize how easily it is to let relationships slowly drift apart.

I know its inevitable to keep track of all of your very best friends after you have started your lives. But I still wonder “what would my life be like if we never lost contact?” Would it be any different? Would I have had some different experiences? Probably. It just makes me sad that some of the people that I was the closest with have drifted out of my life. Reminiscing on the past, I can say that I have had some great times with the people I no longer have contact with.

So is it really a loss? Or a gain of great memories that can always be shared. I’m not sure. I’m still trying to figure that out. Memories fade day to day, but when you are just doing whatever with a person who gave you a great memory it comes back to you and you remember it like yesterday.

Ta-Ta–for now,

C.D.

You did not see this year turning out this way, and the plans that seemed steady have fallen out of place, but even here, even now, you have not fallen from grace; this glorious unmerited favor that shows up everyday, reminding you: you are Loved…even while you feel this way. And it is okay to say, “this is hard.” It is okay if things are not the same. It is okay if there are feelings that are strong, but they are confusing and too hard to name. For more than you were made to sort through all of this, you were made to trust and let go. You were made to go through every stage it takes to learn, to heal, to grow. — Morgan Harper Nichols

Aș vrea să te văd din nou

să te aud, să te ascult,

să te simt și să te intreb -

a durut?

Dacă mi-ai fi putut rămâne o clipă,

să te privesc adânc în ochi și să îți spun

să îmi mai scrii din când în când

apusuri roz pe cer când totul mi-e gri.

Eu încă aștept să suni, deși,

e cam târziu, trecut de ora-n care mi te-ai rătăcit.

Eu încă aștept să mă trezesc.

Eu încă te aștept.