November 25, 2012

Love isn't practical. It isn't meant to be easy. It doesn't appear on command. It doesn't let you fall for whomever you'd like. It surfaces neither at the most opportune moment nor in the most convenient. It'll pair you with someone you might never have expected. It'll put you face to face with endless obstacles. But in the end, none of that will matter because it's how you overcome its obstacles that will define your love. It may not be practice, but love is ultimately the best thing that will ever happen to you.

Pain makes you stronger. Fear makes you braver. Heartbreak makes you wiser.

I want us. I want to swim in the way you make me feel; I want it to soak my clothes until it becomes a skin, and I want that skin to soak into my bones. I want to become the way it feels in the instant you stare at me from across this crowed place. - Tyler Knott Gregson

We live in a world of disposable things, but you are not one of them. You are irreplaceable, one of a kind and there will never be another you. You are not disposable. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise.

Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I've had, I've come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I'm a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past. And recognize that everyday won't be sunny, and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember that it's only in the black of night you see the stars. And those stars will lead you back home. So don't be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, cause most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you'll get everything you wish for. Maybe you'll get more than you ever could have imagined. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination.

I'm quirky, silly, blunt, and broken. My days are sometimes too dark, and my nights are sometimes too long. I often trip over my own insecurities. I require attention, long for passion, and wish to be desired. I use music to speak when words fail me, even though words are as important to me as the air I breathe. I love hard and with all that I have... and even with my faults, I am worth loving.