most of us ask for advice when we know the answer but we want a different one.

O najważniejszych sprawach najtrudniej opowiedzieć. Są to sprawy, których się wstydzisz, ponieważ słowa pomniejszają je - słowa powodują, iż rzeczy, które wydawały się nieskończenie wielkie, kiedy były w twojej głowie, po wypowiedzeniu kurczą się i stają zupełnie zwyczajne. Jednak nie tylko o to chodzi, prawda? Najważniejsze sprawy leżą zbyt blisko najskrytszego miejsca twej duszy, jak drogowskazy do skarbu, który wrogowie chcieliby ci skraść. Zdobywasz się na odwagę i wyjawiasz je, a ludzie dziwnie na ciebie patrzą, w ogóle nie rozumiejąc co powiedziałeś, albo dlaczego uważałeś to za tak ważne, że prawie płakałeś mówiąc. Myślę, że to jest najgorsze, kiedy tajemnica pozostaje niewyjawiona, nie z braku słuchacza, lecz z braku zrozumienia.
Stephen King “Skazani na Shawshank” 
Jesteś numerem jeden dla mnie, zanim zaczniesz się wahać, zobacz gdzie jestem, daję Ci wszystko, nadal niezmiennie mogę być wszędzie, a wciąż jestem blisko.
Co było, nie zniknie, nie przeminie z wiatrem,
Zakotwiczyło w sercu, stało się teatrem,
Teatrem wspomnień, których nie da się zapomnieć

all i see is what i don’t want and all i want is what i don’t see. 
no one loses anyone because no one owns anyone. that is the true experience of freedom; having the most important thing in the world without owning it. 
perhaps they were right putting love into books. perhaps it could not live anywhere else. 
i wish i wore red lipstick more and broke boys hearts daily but sadly boys break my heart and i look bad in red lipstick
let’s get drunk at midnight, listen to our favorite songs and kiss so much that our lips burn 
the worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly. 
i lived my life always feeling the strange but strong urge in my heart to be more than just wanted, to be more than just a desirable but replacable object in a collection of another. 
if people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, i bet they’d live a lot differently. when you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day. 
I hope you guys realise you’ve got less then a month now to confess your love for me and be my valentine.
i want to be alone…with someone else who wants to be alone. 
the path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. you continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths. 
there’s a melody inside your laughter that touches me in a way nothing else ever did.
life is not somewhere waiting for you, it is happening in you. it is not in the future as a goal to be arrived at, it is herenow, this very moment — in your breathing, circulating in your blood, beating in your heart. whatsoever you are is your life, and if you start seeking meaning somewhere else, you will miss it. man has done that for centuries. 

but then there’s the people, the world, telling you over and over who you are and what you actually like and who you actually want to be, and so that real voice in your head speaks softer every day, until one day you wake up and it’s gone. 
beautiful things don’t ask for attention 

and you became like the coffee,
in the deliciousness, and the bitterness and the addiction.

again, i can see the seasons changing right in front of me but still find the colour of your eyes in the earliest of sunsets. nothing ever really changes, i guess. 

I used to be a straight A student
Now I’m not even straight hahahah

you blink with more passion than some people make love with. 

perhaps the fact
that i chased a boy
who ripped me to shreds
says a lot more
about me
than it did about him.

there’s a reason i started writing: i still needed you to be touched by me, even when i physically couldn’t. 

the people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander.

the longest distance on earth: not from north to south; it’s when i stand in front of you and you ignore me 

i went into the desert to forget about you. but the sand was the color of your hair. the desert sky was the color of your eyes. there was nowhere i could go that wouldn’t be you.

i have galaxies hidden between my bones and i will love you until the stars burn out

what are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? and what did you do when that person was born half a world away? the math seemed impossible.

i could’ve lived a thousand lifes; and chose you out of billions

even in dead silence 
your name echoes 
in the way it always 
draws me back to you

In my dreams I can see you
I can tell you how I feel
In my dreams I can hold you
And it feels so real
Anathema - One Last Goodbye

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