in my thoughts.

uncensoredwithnoregrets:

Akinde asked me how I knew I was in love. This was my response:

I knew I was in love when I was able to feel his pain - even when he hid it. It was a feeling past sympathy or empathy. And when I felt it, I wanted to do everything I could to heal him. It was a different type of saving - not that family or friend type “I’ll do anything for you” shit. It was almost as if I was willing to put my own soul through misery just to see him smile. I wasn’t happy unless we were both happy, y’know? It wasn’t desperation, infatuation, or obsession. It was more of me just wanting to look into his eyes and know his world was always alright.

Wear sunscreen

“If I can offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you. SING. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own. DANCE… even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly!

Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. TRAVEL. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that, when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders. RESPECT YOUR ELDERS.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.”

-Baz Luhrman

I don’t know where this road 
Is going to lead. 
All I know is where we’ve been, 
And what we’ve been through. 

If we get to see tomorrow, 
I hope it’s worth all the wait.
It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday. 

Words to keep inside your pocket:

• Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
• Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful. 
• Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound. 
• Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling. 
• Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like. 
• Aubade - a song greeting the dawn. 
• Ephemeral - lasting a very short time. 
• Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal. 
• Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in sound. 
• Billet-doux - a love letter. 
• Redamancy - act of loving in return.

(via mikey-v)

I seen a rainbow yesterday, but too many storms have come and gone, leaving a trace of not one God-given ray. Is it because my life is ten shades of gray? I pray all ten fade away, seldom praise him for the sunny days.

And like his promise is true, only my faith can undo the many chances I blew to bring my life to anew. Clear blue and unconditional skies have dried the tears from my eyes, no more lonely cries.

My only bleeding hope is for the folks who can’t cope with such an enduring pain that it leaves ‘em in the pouring rain. Who’s to blame for tootin’ caine into your own vein? What a shame, you shoot the aim for someone else’s brain. You claim the insane and name this day in time for falling prey to crime, I say the system got you victim to your own mind.

Dreams are hopeless aspirations in hopes of coming true. Believe in yourself, the rest is up to me and you.

But you was my bitch, the one who’d never snitch.
Love me when I’m broke or when I’m filthy fuckin’ rich.

Mamihlapinatapei:

The wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.

Retrouvailles:

The happiness of meeting again after a long time.