Sometimes It’s The Space Between My Fingers, Or The Absense Of Your Arms When It’s Cold, Other Times

“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”

— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)

It’s been a while, but I still think of you. I remember the way you held me that last day. I slipped into your arms the way I always had & kissed you with the confidence you gave me, neither one of us knew it was our last kiss. You picked me up & held me tight, super tight against you, I felt as though I could never be separated from you. I still torture myself thinking about how we said goodbye, without knowing it was actually our goodbye. How foolish & wrong was I to think we could make it.

My Hearts Thoughts

What the hell is that?“ I laughed."It’s my fox hat.”“Your fox hat?”“Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat.”“Why are you wearing your fox hat?” I asked.“Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.

John Green (via lifeofquotations)

I love this :)

Look I have zero excuses for this, but the idea popped into my head and now it's in your head, sorry

it was always you, Your the one who always ran through my mind that year, all you pain would tear my heart and all your happiness gave me life. I always thought I would get over you because I always got over people but I didn’t and I couldn’t. That was because I had to wait for you to love me back, and now that you do, it was all worth it

My Hearts Thoughts

We both have stories to bury and none of us really know how deep we should dig. The dog keeps bringing the bones back home: he wants to play with our dead, he wants us to toss them just to see them come back again.

And here's how the story goes: I say there is nothing I wouldn't do for you.

You say there is nothing to be done.

I cannot carry the weight of your heart. I cannot carry it with me, it's too much.

So I'll throw it away, I will leave it behind, & I will offer the hole in my chest to another soul, one day, if they are in need of a place to land at the same time.

You say there is no time, only what we choose to do with it.

Good luck. Goodbye. Like sail boats; we’ll shimmy down the stream. It's been a year & I'm still waiting for that night to burn.

& here's how the story goes: everything ends up under the cathedral stones,

everything ends up right where we left it,

And I cannot walk past the old town without it tugging at my clothes.

I'd prefer to be your Persephone, always returning and yours to love with a love caused by who I am rather than to be your Aphrodite, to be loved for my body, for something as shallow, empty, and temporary as a physical state.

I’d rather have a Hades in my life than a Zeus. There’s something far more appealing in a man who is as dark as the night sky but loyal, as opposed to a man who is brighter than the sun but has a dishonest heart.

- Nievana Judisthir

We all have a certain story that we do not share out loud because we are afraid that nostalgia will come in series of waves and drown us. We all know a certain name that we rarely mention anymore because it leaves a bitter taste in our tongue yet makes our heart skips a beat. We all know a familiar voice that is slowly fleeting into oblivion but we always hear it when their favorite song plays on the radio. Lastly, we all know a familiar face that we desperately hoped we will see every morning when we wake up but is now a part of the group of faces that we once knew and trying to forget. Although it is hard and painful for me to admit, mine happens to be you.

lm // words left unspoken # 9 (via sleevesofgrass)

"Oh you,

It's 2 am and all I can think about is how much I want you to kiss me with so much correspondence that my lungs forget to breathe.

I want to fall apart and let you understand. You could, I can see it in the compassion and life in your eyes.

At times, theres nothing in my mind but your eyes and your voice. I cannot think around you, I don't even want to, I just want to feel the way I do when you look at me, always.

It hurts, because she has you, and the way she loves you is not enough somehow. I wish she loved you more so I could let go in peace. I wish she loved you less so this story had a villain.

Yet there she stands, with you tethered to her on the crown of your love upon her head. I've never wanted to hold onto pain like this before.

Oh you, I like your nature."

My Heart's Thoughts

10 pieces of advice to give yourself at the age of 20

At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.

At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.

At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.

At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.

At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.

At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.

At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.

At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.

At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.

You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.

written by bleakfantasies,  writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself

(via wnq-writers)