You’ll be surprised to know how far you can go from the point where you thought it was the end. // Are you running away from your past or hiding from your future? // People should learn to use their brains more than their bodies.

Calling someone perfect is either a lie to them or a lie to yourself.

“Photographs are quite a strange invention,” he said out of the blue.

She turned to him, “What made you say so?”

“They are made to keep a record of the things that are precious to you, to remind you of what you have inside of your palms at this very moment,” he explained,

“But somehow, it seems that they are actually here to let you know what you have lost, to tell you what you never had in the first place.”

”

— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #106 // Photographs often remind me of my loss instead of my gain

destroy this new idea that a woman can’t be strong if she cries over a man she’s lost. destroy the idea that you have to be cold and emotionally detached in order to be a strong woman

One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted to do. Do it now.

I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost.

“Sometimes brisk intimacy is the hardest kind to forget.

They say it takes 66 days to form a habit, but no certain time-frame for breaking one.

I guess that also applies to my incurable habit of thinking of you.

a quiet place for loud thoughts. 

“How many hours does it take to forget a minute spent with you?”

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“How many nights have you been kept awake from not having said something that shouldn’t have waited till morning?”

“To expect someone to always stay the same is to deny the law of time.”

“And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.”

“Do you write to find yourself or to lose yourself? Do you find yourself in your spilled ink or do you get lost in it? I cannot seem to figure it out.”

“The past only exists in the moments in which it is recalled.”

And before I knew it, I fell a little too hard.

“You were once an unknown soul in my life. A stranger across the street, with a face of the ordinary. But now, it is the only face that I look for, in everyone I see. Now, you are everything.”

“Even in a room full of people, I retreat to that little corner in my mind to find you.”

We speak in a joking tone of voice
about the things that matter,
drowning in fear 
of taking things too seriously,
afraid to show
how much we
truly care.”

“You must be insane, if you could stay sane in a world filled with nothing but insanity.”

Look at me
like how a poet
looks at his muse.

Love me like a poem.
Make me feel like one.
Turn me into one.

Before we knew it,
a fainting fog
embraced us
like magic.
A magic
we call
love.

“You,
have no absolute
idea
how awfully tired
I am,
to wake up
to the whispers
of the morning wind
instead
of your voice.

“Does a soul ever recover from the loss of something, of someone who never belonged to them in the first place?”

A little too often
I fall in love
with moments,
with the smiles of the unknowns,
just the things
that simply do not
belong to me.”

Some days you just have
to be your own light
in your own world.”

Silly jokes.
Ringing laughter.
Warm coffees.
Your hand in mine.
Undying madness in our silence.
Rawness in our smiles.
You.

What more can I ever ask for?

“She is a little mess. A jigsaw with missing puzzles. A little rain with strong winds. A glimpse of sunlight from the moon. A chunk of heaven in hell. A smile of a child with candies. She is a little mess. A beautiful mess. And you will learn to love her. You will, I promise you.”

Do you remember the things I did to make you happy?

What we had wasn’t love at all,” he sighed, “but it felt so real.”

“So I guess that it was quite close to love. But still it wasn’t close enough to be love.”

When should you tell someone how you feel about him/her?

When you still have the chance. When you still can.

“On a stormy night, you put your hands over my ears to block out the sound of thunder,
though we both know that more than thunder, I am afraid of your silence.”

“For those waiting, how many hours are in a minute?”

“I wish I met you before, after, or somewhere in between. Not now.”

“Proximity: close enough to fall in love, too far to stay in love.”

“What seems like a reasonable distance to one person may feel too far to somebody else.”

“There are two types of people: Those who look back as they walk away, and those who don’t.”

we were only memories, never reality

You don’t have to be naked to be sexy

In the end even the stars choose destruction over life.

Same streets, but a different life.

And I was never sure whether you were the lighthouse or the storm.

In a world where everyone wears a mask, it’s a privilege to see a soul

Reality continues to ruin my life.

We need at least one friend who understands what we do not say

Tinder and Spotify should pair up and match you with people who listen to the same music as you.

What you do today can improve all your tomorrows

I hope you discover the kind of beauty that never fades away with time

Moving on is not forgetting, it is being able to remember without being hurt.

I always have a feeling that you’ll come back and that’s what keeps me from moving on.

Be sorry that you made me so happy. That’s what hurts. That you made me so happy

Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.

"I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain."

"we sat lonely in a crowd of familiar faces"

"Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive."

"All the lives I could live, all the people I will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is all that the world is."

"Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty."

i am all about gray foggy mornings in late autumn when there’s a chill and a shiver in my body. mornings that call for large sweaters and rain boots. standing in the woods with pine and rain and smoke in the air. or standing at the edge of the ocean with salt in your mouth and the wind in your hair. the feeling of being both lost and found at the same time. the promise of returning home in your hands. a lick of winter at your heels.

"I always dream that somewhere across the universe we will find each other again. I’ve come to believe that every time we get apart it is only to get more closer. I feel like we are connected and we always will belong to each other."

when you feel alone and work is overwhelming just remember that you’re a part of someone’s best memories. no dialogue just your presence, in exploring somewhere new, a reassuring smile and support you gave, or in lots of laughter and sun. it helps the days feel worth more, even if today felt like it didn’t count, it did. you exist in so many ways you can’t measure.

It isn’t more courage we need. What we need is to be better at being scared. Not more eloquent in fear, more poised nor more graceful, but more rough, more homely, more plain, simple and honest. We need more humdrum trembles and scrubby doubts. We need the fear with no hidden meaning. It does not stand for turning back. It does not speak to weakness. It only asks to be felt. It merely wants its deserved place on the summit. Courage tells the story that fear walks us through, in the banal moments that no one wants to mention, or those in which we would rather transform into something else. It may be less attractive; we can have fear without courage, but we cannot have courage without fear. And so, we need to be better at being scared, at welcoming our meagerness, our tackiness, our overall humanness. 

“Do you dream about me, when I am dreaming about you?”

she is made from the bloom of wildflowers, the wonder of red sunsets and a longing that spans lifetimes”

“Talk to yourself like you would to someone you love.”

"Most misunderstandings in the world could be avoided if people would simply take the time to ask, “What else could this mean?"

Shoutout to all of the people who are sad, stressed and anxious, but are doing their best to stay positive. I love you.

Honestly, my goal is to build a life, and career, where I’m not constantly waiting for the weekend. I don’t want to live that way, where I hate five days of the week because I hate my life and job so much, that the only relief I get is Saturday and Sunday. I want to enjoy my life, and not wish it away every week. I want each day to matter to me, in some way, even some small way. I want to like my life, all of it, not just my life on the weekend.

I admire disciplined people so much. I admire people who can do what they need to do with a focused mind and unwavering commitment, not letting themselves get distracted and refusing to make excuses for themselves. I admire the kind of people whose eyes are on the prize, even if it’s far away, and who are determined, diligent and adaptive. I look up to the kind of people who refuse to succumb to any obstacle or challenge and transcend above the millions of things that stood against them and their goals. I admire those kind of people so much and I aspire to be like that so much more.

I have three eyes.

Two to look

One to see.

When you really pay attention, everything is your teacher.

There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen.

He is hotter than the flames in hell and he is more dangerous than the devil.

I’m a professional when it comes to falling for the wrong people.

I’m just looking for love, I know somebody got it

I probably shouldnt, but I will.

Drugs are for people who haven’t found their passion in life. If they have found it, they would be getting high on substitutes that kills them; instead of desires and ideas.

Don’t let another year go by doing something you’re not passionate about.

People will leave you but that doesn’t mean it’s your fault.

I hope we never need whisky to talk about our deepest scars or darkest secrets I hope we can talk about these over a morning cup of coffee and see each other in the bright sunlight 
I hope we never need darkness to hide

Loyalty isn’t grey. It’s black and white. You’re either loyal completely, or not loyal at all. And people have to understand this. You can’t be loyal only when it serves you.

I never fear the unknown,
I love falling in love with it.

When love is not madness it is not love.

Everything you are going through is preparing you for everything you asked for.

Only trust someone who can see these three things in you: The sorrow behind your smile, the love behind your anger, and the reason behind your silence

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