How did I get here?
It’s sad but it’s true how society says her life is already over.
There’s nothing to do and there’s nothing to say.
— “How Did I Get Here?”, Odesza
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve.
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground.
— “Flaws”, Bastille
Kindness is not a weakness, but rather, a strength.
I think most everyone is searching for that one person who somehow rights the world when everything’s topsy-turvy, who gives us butterflies even after you’ve been staring at each other for years, who makes us laugh. However, I think one thing that often isn’t listed (god knows, I never thought about it until fairly recently), is we should all seek someone who inspires us to be better — whatever “better” means for you [smarter, richer, nicer, faster, more ambitious, or all the above].
Personally, I want someone who says “let’s do it” instead of “let’s see.” It doesn’t necessarily mean they have to be participating alongside you; it could simply mean they’ll be in the back, offering support and advice. I want someone who makes me want to improve “me” because we both deserve a “better” me. I don’t want someone willing to just settle; I find the ability to overcome obstacles, to persevere despite the odds, to take risks, extremely attractive.
Forget about “the one”. I would hope that the people I surround myself with, all refuse to settle and they all strive to be their best. Hustling is hard and it’s tiring but sometimes, having people behind you who recognize the struggle and empathize with you, makes it a little easier. We all need people who believe in us when we’re struggling to believe in ourselves.
If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.
—John Green, Looking For Alaska (via quoteworld)
Sometimes, one finds that it’s those with the least to give, that give the most.
—today a homeless man touched my heart.
Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes, words don’t work.
— James Frey, A Million Little Pieces
sometimes, when i flip through tumblr, some of the blogs reflect how i feel perfectly and i take comfort in the fact that we’re not alone in this world. that other people are going through exactly what i am, that i’m not alone in feeling how i feel.
it’s those moments that make the world a little less scary and lonely.
"and i named both her eyes ‘forever’ and ‘please don’t go’"
this next year will be a challenge. i can’t say it will be the most challenging year of my life but, it will definitely be challenging. i’ll be leaving my beloved SF to move back down to the south bay until i finish up my degree. with that, it means i leave behind all that i’ve come to know for the last two years. for two years i’ve wandered and gotten to know the streets of san francisco, embedding the streets and nooks in my mind. it was just really starting to feel like home.
this also means i’ll be leaving the boy behind. i’m not worried about him, i’m worried about me. for the last year, he’s been my support and i’ve come to rely on him for emotional support. while i may not tell him all that’s wrong, just being close to him helps. i’m so scared of losing him. i know what i have to do for the next year, buckle down, to get back to san francisco. it’ll be a difficult year and sacrifices have to be made. but in the end, it’ll be a better me and both i and he deserves the best of me. i have to make this worth it.
but in the end, he feels like home, and i’ll be counting down the days until i’m home.
Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.
that ^^ is how i feel about the boy.