Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt and live like it’s heaven on Earth.
Mark Twain (via justbesplendid)I believe compassion to be one of the few things we can practice that will bring immediate and long-term happiness to our lives. I’m not talking about the short-term gratification of pleasures like sex, drugs or gambling (though I’m not knocking them), but something that will bring true and lasting happiness. The kind that sticks.”
Dalai Lama XIV (via justbesplendid)Good morning,
Tonight I went out with a guy. We saw two movies at IMAX. It was a lot of fun. We got lost getting there though, spent half an hour walking aimlessly, in the wrong direction and the cabs didn’t seem to like us at all tonight, so we ended up getting drenched in the rain trudging onwards. But all in all, it was a great night, I feel like I can talk to him more easily when we’re together, just the two of us.
And he asked me what was wrong last night, when I told him I had trouble sleeping, and he just chucked out a suggestion that was spot on. That I liked a guy, but I wasn’t sure if he liked me. Of course I had to deny, because I just couldn’t say it. I don’t want our relationship to change, I fear that it would ruin it as it ruined my friendship with JJ. But I love talking to him a lot of the time, and he doesn’t seem like the kind to get committed, and even I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship, despite what I say about loneliness.
Just go with the flow, huh? :)
My birthday tomorrow, I hope I have a BLASTTTT! I better, or I don’t know what my spirit is going to do, fall and break into pieces? I’m struggling to smile. I need to find me again.
Sometimes I hate it how everyone is related in some way or another, people from different walks of life somehow come together and spend a period f time together in their lives. And sometimes you just can’t let go, no matter how hard you want to…and then just when you thought that you were able to move on, it’s then that you see the connection that that particular future has with that particular past, and you hate it. You hate yourself for it, because it all comes back to you, and THAT’S when you realise all this time you’ve been trying in vain and you really haven’t let go of anything. I hate it.
It’s my birthday on Saturday, but I don’t feel very hyped up for it, I feel incredibly lonely.
“I’ve found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said “love is blind”. Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas’, the worst Birthday’s, New Years Eve’s brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I’ve been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can’t swallow! All the usual symptoms.”- Iris, The Holiday
