Hello Dahican. Hello Mati! :) #Summerfrolic2014
Via 24/7 Bebenta Sa'yo
The truth is, the most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of valuing someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
"You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with, and if you’re OK. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and protect you from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone who could make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy."
Via I just found my James Dean.
"Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room."
"And no matter what, no matter how hard it’s going to be, no matter how long it takes, I will be happy again. I will smile, I will laugh, I certainly will not cry. I refuse to continue crying over something as trivial as a boy. Especially over someone as silly as you. I will not let you get to me any longer. I will not allow myself to feel this way anymore, I refuse to let you hurt me any further. You will get what is coming to you. And when that happens, when you fall to the floor, when you reach out to me, just know I won’t be there. I won’t catch you. I won’t tell you it’s going to be all right. I won’t be there. Because you never were. I will not care for you; because you, you never did."
Via The Love Whisperer
Via 24/7 Bebenta Sa'yo
Because I don’t want to seem like the desperate one.
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
Via Frustrations and Fantasies.
Small things that mean a lot: Cute texts, tight hugs, long replies, holding hands, remembering the little things, and forehead kisses.