Confessions of An Almost Grown Up

It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

—Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via merulae)

(via a-thousand-words)

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your greatest struggle right now?""I wouldn’t have volunteered if I’d known this conversation would be so long. But to answer your question, I’ve got a wife that’s sick. And I wish she wasn’t sick so that I could live life with her, and so that I wouldn’t have to be alone."

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your greatest struggle right now?"
"I wouldn’t have volunteered if I’d known this conversation would be so long. But to answer your question, I’ve got a wife that’s sick. And I wish she wasn’t sick so that I could live life with her, and so that I wouldn’t have to be alone."

The past is the past. You are alive today. That is all that matters. You must remember, because it is who you are, but as it is who you are, you must never, ever regret. To regret your past is to regret your soul.

—Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August (via a-thousand-words)

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maybeimalittledifferent asked: Could your write a poem about the willing to travel?

alibis-not-needed-anymore:

i live in
luxembourg.
i would not need
six steps of
acquaintance
to get from me
to every other
person in this
tiny rainy
country;
it would not
take more than
sixty minutes
to get to three
other countries
from my house.
i can measure
my life here
in thimblefuls.

but travelling!—things are brighter in other places, they smell stronger, they feel softer—or spikier—and sunsets are more vivid, and sunrises more tender, and food spicier or sweeter, dripping honey, or saltier—the languages are spicier or sweeter too and more full of laughter, and while the buses often do not come on time like the clockwork precision of the luxembourg transport network, they are packed full of people with strange hair and clothes who smile at strangers like me and are all going different places where things taste, smell, and feel different. travelling!—

nonetheless,
returning here
(despite the
weather, the
uptightness)
is like returning
to a mothertongue
having learned
to speak five others;
but none to
fluency.

Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.

—Unknown (via exoticwild)

(Source: these-greatexpectations, via a-thousand-words)

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

—E.E. Cummings (via wordsthat-speak)

(via silver-angels-s)

I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…

—Childish Gambino (via heyitsmayra)  (via yungella)

(Source: thestyledjungle, via a-thousand-words)

madmanthoughttheywerebatman:

I know you might not feel so great at the moment but one day you’re going to look back to this time in your life and think ”that was a really hard time for me, but I got through it and I’m so glad I did”

(via maybeimalittledifferent)

She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.’

—Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (2003)

(Source: larmoyante, via a-thousand-words)