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04 October 2020 @ 05:24 pm
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It’s the awkwardness of posing and feeling like I was in, but I never was in. Awkwardness gives me great comfort. I’ve never been cool, but I’ve felt cool. I’ve been in the cool place, but I wasn’t really cool—I was trying to pass for hip or cool. It’s the awkwardness that’s nice.

Marc Jacobs

 
 
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ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:01 pm (UTC)
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

- I Wrote This For You
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:02 pm (UTC)
Perhaps the reason we so often experience happiness only in hindsight, and that chasing it is such a fool’s errand, is that happiness isn’t a goal in itself but is only an aftereffect. It’s the consequence of having lived in the way that we’re supposed to — by which I don’t mean ethically correctly so much as just consciously, fully engaged in the business of living. In this respect it resembles averted vision, a phenomena familiar to backyard astronomers whereby, in order to pick out a very faint star, you have to let your gaze drift casually to the space just next to it; if you look directly at it, it vanishes. And it’s also true, come to think of it, that the only stars we ever see are not the “real” stars, those cataclysms taking place in the present, but always only the light of the untouchable past.

- Unknown
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:02 pm (UTC)
The hardest part is waking up in the morning and remembering what you had been trying so hard to forget last night.

- Unknown
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:02 pm (UTC)
There was something inside her that longed to be desired, to be cared for and protected, to be listened to, and accepted without judgment. To be loved.

- Unknown
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:02 pm (UTC)
When you love someone, there’s a pattern to the way you come together. You might not even realise it, but your bodies are choreographed: a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one, his hand slipping under your shirt. It’s a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It’s just the way you’ve learned to fit, and it’s why, when you’ve been with one guy for a long time, your teeth do not scrape together when you kiss; you do not bump noses or elbows.

- Nineteen Minutes, Jodi Picoult
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:03 pm (UTC)
I feel more comfortable talking to strangers than people I know. I believe this is because chances are, I’ll never see them ever again. And I feel like I can say anything I want. They don’t know my past or what I’ve done. They can only judge me on who they are seeing right that second. I’m the person I am now, not then. People I know don’t see the difference.

- Unknown
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:03 pm (UTC)
Those above you, will one day be below you.
Those below you, will one day be above you.
That’s why you always treat everyone, as those beside you.

- I Wrote This For You
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:03 pm (UTC)
Walk and pick things up as you go. Nothing too heavy, nothing too light. Weigh each item against your soul and if it measures up, take it with you. If it makes you weary or it loses its significance, leave it behind for someone else to find. Keep only that which you need.

- I Wrote This For You
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:03 pm (UTC)
I wanna do to you exactly what you did to me. Lead you on, make you fall for me, and then let go… effortlessly.

- Unknown
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:04 pm (UTC)
He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn’t just a friend either. Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn’t like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.

- Unknown
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:04 pm (UTC)
I love him for his intelligence, his sensitivity, his courage. I love him wholly and unconditionally without reservation. I love him enough to take risks. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

- Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:05 pm (UTC)
We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

- Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:06 pm (UTC)
On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.

That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.

That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.

That you control that completely.

That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.

That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.

That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.

That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.

That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.

That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.

And so are you.

- I Wrote This For You
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:06 pm (UTC)
When I see you, the world. It stops and all that exists for me, is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stops and it’s a beautiful place and there’s only you. Just you. And my eyes staring at you. When you’re gone, the world starts again and I don’t like it as much. I can live in it, but I don’t like it. I just walk around in it, and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best thing I’ve ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, is why I stare at you.

- James Frey, A Million Little Pieces
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:06 pm (UTC)
Maybe the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.

- Unknown
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:07 pm (UTC)
When you’re out there looking for that perfect person, keep these things in mind. People change, no matter how hard they try not to. As you grow older you mature, and with each new level of maturity come different ideas, different needs and wants. The person who was perfect for you at twenty could be the person you hate when you’re thirty-five. You have to find some one who will grow with you, change with you, laugh with you and cry with you. A person who fills in where you lack, a person whom you can fill in for when they are lacking. But what about the perfect person, you ask? They do not exist. There are no perfect people, only people who are perfect for each other.

You deserve to be happy not in the arms of someone who keeps you waiting but in the arms of someone who will take you now.

- J. M. Whitaker
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:07 pm (UTC)
I close my eyes, inhale, and feel a rush of heat and energy that takes my breath away. It is the feeling of wanting something so much that it borders on an actual need, and the power and urgency of this need overwhelms me.

- Emily Giffin, Love the One You’re With
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:08 pm (UTC)
Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

- Andy Warhol
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:08 pm (UTC)
I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad. Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus energy on something other than the ache in my heart.

- Emily Giffin, Baby Proof
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:08 pm (UTC)
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

- Chuck Palaniuk, Invisible Monsters
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:08 pm (UTC)
I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts and of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.

- The Hours
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:09 pm (UTC)
There’s something liberating about not pretending. Dare to embarrass yourself. Risk.

- Drew Barrymore
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:09 pm (UTC)
The closest friends you’ll ever have are the ones you’d take a bullet for, but they’re the ones you constantly feel you could put a bullet in as well.

- Alex Gaskarth
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:10 pm (UTC)
She wanted to live, dance, make love, travel, to gather people around her in order to demonstrate how wise she was, to show off her gifts, to provoke neighbours, to make the most of all that is profane to us

- The Witch of Portobello
ღ ruyuncloudsthatdance on September 28th, 2009 12:10 pm (UTC)
It’s so hard to describe. It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like…gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her…You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother.

- Stephenie Meyer