“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.”—Buddha (via quote-book)
“An honest artist who is here to harvest whose heart is
The hardest from people who have departed
I should start with those who’ve drifted the farthest
It is because of them that I am living so guarded.”—soul purpose poetic
A white woman, about 51 years old, was seated next to a black man on an airplane. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. "Madam, what is the matter?" the hostess asked. "You obviously do not see it," she responded. "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat." "Be calm please," the hostess replied. "Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available." The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. "Mam, I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class." Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued, "It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting." The hostess turned to the black man and said "Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first class." At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.
You are the epitome of stupidity and selfishness (yes, both). Home-wrecking at its finest. You continue to stab his back as if you’re craving for future pain in the form of your soon-to-be best friend, Karma. You claim that people “disappoint” you. How blind/stupid/retarded can you be? Your actions are disappointments; your choices, too… so are your lies, fake apologies, and never-ending bitching. Even your life right now is a disappointment. You always “wonder” why you don’t have many friends. Maybe it’s because you’re only driven by your selfish “heart.”
“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”—Pablo Neruda
“When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.”—Pablo Neruda
Crush. It's funny how the same word for the feeling of disappointment can be used for the feeling of attraction. The Oxford English Dictionary states one of the meanings for the word crushed as "a strong and unreasoning, but transitory attachment."
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – your aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”—Bob Marley (via quote-book)
I feel so vulnerable around you. Vulnerable, because you look right through me. I can’t hide anything from you. I can hide everything from the rest of the world. I am the best pretender. Nobody really know anything about me, because I don’t let them. But you look right through me. You know who I am. You know what I feel. I can’t hide anything. So I feel vulnerable. I feel exposed. But that’s okay. It’s okay to feel vulnerable around you, because I know you will be careful with me. I know I am protected in your arms. It feels nice to be vulnerable around you, because I feel safe at the same time. Vulnerable and safe, that’s a good combination.