I Just Want To Be One Of Those Cute, Aesthetically Pleasing Readers Who’ve Got Their Cardigans On And

sorry to disappoint you, but i’d rather stare out of the window, listen to music and create fake scenarios in my head than do those worthless mortal tasks

I haven't visited a lot of places in my life, but I have walked almost every street in this world. You don't always need to go somewhere to be somewhere. Books can take you even beyond the horizons. That's why, read. Read until you are a space as vast as the sky, and every idea, every notion, every opinion, is just another star in your sky. Read until you find out the key to liberation from every form of prison that you will encounter in this lifetime.

Sabina Yesmin

Just one of the things that’s been on my mind

If the stars we see in the sky is light projected to us from dead stars millions of years in the past due to light traveling slower in space. That means that if there is intelligent life out there looking at us from their galaxy then what they’re seeing is light images from our galaxy/planet millions of years ago. They’re currently seeing light images from our galaxy during the time dinosaurs roamed our planet. Which is probably why they’ve yet tried to make contact because they don’t see intelligent life on our planet yet. And according to Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. If they were to use a telescope to look at our planet they’d probably see dinosaurs in real time. That’s a form of time travel.

eu não posso ser sua amiga, porque a intensidsde dos meus sentimentos me machucam. Você não é amigo. Você é amor.

One day I promise you, you're not going to miss him forever. As much as his memories keep on resurfacing every now and then, there will be a day when everything will stop and your emotions will just change towards him. I mean, you won't start hating him instead of loving him the way you do now. You will just stop feeling for him. I know that you still wait for him to text you even when you are asleep. Part of you is awake waiting for him to call you. I know you miss him so much that your bones hurt. I know you miss him so much that it just feels a little more empty every day. I promise you are not going to be this sad forever. I know your heart aches all the time. I know you loved him, you still do and maybe you will always love him. But you can keep on loving someone until that love feels like it's pulling you down. When you feel that, let that feeling leave you. It's okay to stop having feelings for him, it's okay to just be neutral towards him. You don't have to starve yourself of things that he wasn't able to give you. One day you're going to move on and it's going to be the most beautiful thing that could happen to you after he broke your heart. Until then, remember to be soft on yourself. Remember to be a wreck and don't be afraid of spilling your emotions. Be a mess, be with big feelings and you can cry in public, too. We are all a mess but how we manage to handle ourselves is what makes us better than others.

-Talesofmaya via Instagram

i'm sitting on my bed reading. it’s almost midnight. it’s summer. my window is open and the cool wind is blowing. it's cloudy but i can see the moon shining through the clouds. the crickets are very loud but very soothing. my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. the feeling never goes away. everything is quiet and i'm at peace.

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

I can't let go of people, I can't move on. I attach myself so strongly to the people who come into my life that the thought of them leaving horrifies me. I plant roots so profoundly that every time someone pulls out theirs', it creates a deep chasm in my heart, leaving it hollow inside. I wish they could stay with me forever but they leave, abandoning me with a deserted heart.

It’s about how gentle you can be; with the rain that you’re touching, the grass you’re running on, the sunset you’re watching, the hands you’re holding, the flower you’re picking, the heart you’re feeling, the breath you’re taking; it’s about how gentle are

Not to be over dramatic or anything but the decline in popularity of hand written letters is one of the most disappointing decisions we've made as a modern society.