"And remember. Just how precious and amazing your existence in this world is."
— Jaejoong (Twitter updated)
into whose arms have you gone
deep within my heart you left only sorrow.
"We are lovers who do not know how to be friends. We are friends who do not know how to be platonic. We are the piles of unmailed letters that linger in your desk drawers, addressed with my name, dated two years ago. We are postcards with Wish you were here! written in bad cursive large enough to excuse the lack of a real sentiment. We are bouquets of fresh cut flowers already wilting, because we don’t know each other well enough to buy something that will last. We are the feeling before a kiss, anticipation of creation, of sparks or fireworks or gunshots aimed straight for the heart. We are the unopened text messages, the unread Facebook notifications, the unanswered voicemails, the ever-present What if?s that keep the world up at night. We are the magicians that have forgotten the code of never telling the audience that we are mortal just like them. We are priests who have learned to pray to the wrong god asking for the wrong thing. We are lovers who do not know how to love. We are friends who do not know how not to love."
"I never understood why it was somehow superior to be a joiner. Being an introvert is judged in some extreme way, as if you’re lacking some ability to cope because you don’t drink beer and smoke pot in someone’s basement. Introversion is distrusted - it makes people nervous. Maybe it seems like we’ve got secrets. They think the secret is you’re depressed or something, that’s why you don’t seek their company, when the secret is really that you’re happy and relieved and almost flying at the near-miss escape of not having to be in their company. You’re looked at like you’re seriously lacking, when the only thing you feel lacking in is the ability to be an introvert in peace."
— The Six Rules of Maybe, Deb Caletti
look over here, look at me, i am right next to you