(✿ﾉ◡‿◡)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ reminder that if u can’t get out of bed today that’s okay and if u feel like crying on public transportation that’s okay and if u got a bad mark on a test that’s okay because there are still so many forests to explore and cities to get lost in and dogs to pet and u are only a small star in a big universe and u are doing so well
You will be shocked, kids, when you discover how easy it is in life to part ways with people forever.
That’s why, when you find someone you want to keep around, you do something about it.
Your body is made of the same elements that lionesses are built from. Three quarters of you is the same kind of water that beats rocks to rubble, wears stones away. Your DNA translates into the same twenty amino acids that wolf genes code for. When you look in the mirror and feel weak, remember, the air you breathe in fuels forest fires capable of destroying everything they touch. On the days you feel ugly, remember: diamonds are only carbon. You are so much more.
I love this.
I imagine that the next time I fall in love, it will be a quiet moment. A whisper in the wind. A slight touch of a raindrop. A brief fluttering of leaves. A ghost of a smile. Retrospectively, it will be a momentous event, but in the present, at that poignant point in time, it’s the coffee-ringed stains on your bedside table. The sliver of light peeking between your curtains. The lingering air in your room. The pauses in between breaths. It’ll be so small and seemingly so unimportant, barely noticeable, but it’ll be so much more. I imagine that the next time I fall in love, I wouldn’t know because there’s no thundering heartbeat or a roller coaster of butterflies in my stomach or deafening thoughts in my head or any other cliches associated with the idea of falling in love. Maybe I’ll realize it when your thumb dances across my left palm and I find myself asking why your skin feels so much warmer than mine. Maybe I’ll figure it out when you call me at 2 am just to talk and I roll my eyes when I see your name lighting up my phone but still ask you “are you okay?” Maybe I’ll know it when you make fun of me and I hit you on the arm. Maybe I’ll finally understand it when you rest your head on my shoulder and I find myself being captivated by the flutter of your eyelashes against your cheekbones. Maybe it’ll be the softness of it. The brevity of it. The calming effect of it. Maybe it’ll be the tenderness of your eyelashes that will make me realize the tenderness of my heart when it comes to you. I imagine that the next time I fall in love, it will be something that will integrate in my life and evolve without my knowledge. It will blossom each day quietly. Slowly. Without hesitance. With the strength of a lightning but the grace of a drizzle. It won’t come as a big surprise, not an “oh” moment, but more of a peaceful and soft “yes.”I think I’ll just smile at you when I figure it out (NJ.)