There will be days when you want to just throw in the towel and give up. There will be days when nothing makes sense anymore and you feel like happiness won’t show its face to you any time soon. There will be days of stiff necks and no sleep and sore muscles. People will be cruel. Food will go bad. You will feel like the world is out to get you.
But then spring arrives. Something big blooms in your chest. Sparrows sing to you and the air suddenly is clearer. You fall in love. You will grow a garden. Good things will start to come to you, beautiful people will find you. Remember those good things when the days get cold and the nights get long. Remember that you deserve to feel good. That you deserve to have good people and good food and a safe place to come home to. Remember that bad moods pass that all bad days end. And that no matter where you are or how lonely you get, somebody out there is looking for you and is waiting to for you to find them and give them your love.
”—Letter to my Future Daughter by Esperanza Friel (via wunderlast)
“You realize you are not alone, right? No one in their twenties has life figured out. It’s okay to be a mess. You’re living.”—Things my therapist told me today that almost made me burst out into tears. I need to remember this more often. (via frankiesaysdig)
“My mom taught me one thing: You don’t always have to tell people you love them. You just have to give them no reason to doubt it.”—irishjulienne’s, saying i love you is not a habit (via the-healing-nest)
“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let 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.”—Kurt Vonnegut (via sorakeem)
“I’m still trying to learn that I don’t have to kill myself, to be so hard on myself, to be so critical. I can smell the roses. I don’t want to never be satisfied. I don’t think that’s a healthy way to live.”—Beyoncé
“That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via johnjohnjohnjohnjohn)
All my life, I thought to myself that I will never have that coming of age moment. Those things you see in movies wherein the lead felt “infinite” or free. That certain setting in your life that you thought, you could do it forever.
I felt lucky and thankful for my new found comrades, for what they have done, and what they made me feel that night. I felt so alive. I felt so free. I felt like running and jumping.
Whilst growing up, I imagine myself to be working, earning money, driving my own car to work, and to many places, and somehow, be able to go to chitchat or two with friends up to midnight outside of my home.
But here I am now, a fresh graduate, happy as ever with my first job, yet still under my parents’ shadows. It’s not that I don’t like that fact, don’t get me wrong. I love my family. I love my parents. And I love the security that I am still belong in my home at this day and age.
But each and everyday, it will always occur inside of me that I am in need of a little bit of freedom. A bit of time for myself to grow fully with potential. Without the limits my parents put whenever I go out, do things, or go to places.
I understand the fact that nowadays, it’s hard to say you’re safe on your own in this country full of uncertainty. I never really fancied commuting. And it was never even an option for me as far as my parent-going-sulky meter goes. But now that I’m in my twenties, with a job, it is an obvious fact that the demand for me to go to places and nightly meetups will rise. I am a working individual. And as far as I am concerned, I have the right to be somewhat independent.
I envy other kids my age or even younger, whenever they go to their escapades. I never really had one of those, you see. I am always by the rules and will forever be uptight about it, with me ending up so bummed, with how I wasn’t able to clearly experience it fully.
I hope that someday(or as soon as possible *crosses fingers*), I will be able to smile widely and say, I lived my life without limits. I went to these places. I ate food I was afraid of eating. I can now drive a car without anyone’s supervision. I can do things without telling my parents about it a minute later. This entry might be a little confusing, to sum it all up… I just want a little independence.
It’s difficult. To write what you feel, and what you want to say. Especially if you’re not that of a writer in a world called the internet where most of the people in this world tend to be grammar nazis and judge you on how you write rather than what you want to say.
You never really know a girl until you talk to her four in the morning. All day she masks behind books, make up, pretty clothes, an attitude, and the fakest of smiles. But in the darkest parts of the night and the earliest parts of the morning, she breaks from her shell and opens her heart. The beat changes, her voices’ medley trembles, her eyes bat away tears. You never really know a girl until you speak to her soul, four in the morning.