How fucking sad it is that we’re so used to holding our pride on our shoulders instead of our love on our sleeves. How sad it is that fighting for something you love can be misunderstood as being desperate.
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I wish those who were genuinely close to me, weren’t so far away.
Throughout the years, I’ve met quite a few people. But with every person I meet, only a handful have genuinely gotten to meet me — all of me. My quirks, talents, what I love to do on Tuesday nights, the scar behind my leg, why I never suggest sushi, the itty bitty facts and large setbacks that even I don’t like to acknowledge.
And the best part is that they love me for all of those reasons.
They genuinely take me for exactly who I am, no matter how messed up on the inside I could be, they’ll love me. And it’s probably the best feeling to be loved by someone who knows every single thing about you.
And it’s hard to accept the fact that they won’t always be around. They’ll be a hundred miles away and sometimes they can’t respond back to your messages at 4 am.
But I think what keeps me going is knowing that throughout the millions of people around the world, they love me. And they will always love me. And I will always love them. And no distance, no absence, no nothing could ever change that or take it away.
So I’ll neglect the fact that I can’t please everyone who’s around me at the moment. I’ll ignore the feeling I get when I can’t seem to see eye to eye with anyone. I’m loved. Maybe not by those around me now.. but I’m loved.
I can’t ever forget that.
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love
(via andwakeupsixtyfive)
“Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.”
— Alain de Botton (via anditslove)
(Source: notesandmargins, via beautiful-mysteri0us)
