The Fixer
All my life, I have been trying to save people from themselves. From mistakes I can spot a mile. Perhaps its because I wish someone was there when I was the one struggling with tough choices.
All my life, I have been trying to save people from themselves. From mistakes I can spot a mile. Perhaps its because I wish someone was there when I was the one struggling with tough choices.
Those who fish for compliments get flotsam and jetsam instead.
-E
He demanded for this to be quoted.
Silences needn’t be awkward, just like half-blank pages at the end of chapters needn’t be filled with drawings or whatnot.
Everyone wants to live a fairytale. Everyone wants a perfect life, but what makes up a fairytale? Is truly the pain and the strife? What would a fairytale be, without a damsel in distress? She would never meet prince charming, never dance in her dress. You see you can’t have a story with just a beginning and an end. You have to be broken to be able to mend. Without the dark, there’d be no light. Without the wrong, there’d be no right. Every story can have a perfect ending. You just have to wait for it.
Marisa Draper (via quote-book)
Amen to that.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.
The following post was inspired by what I witnessed from a friend’s life recently.
Of all the loves, beautiful and perfect as they might be. There is a kind of love that deserves a name of its own. The love that tears you up inside. The love that is so misunderstood because many might argue that it never existed in the first place.
It is there when you write a letter to the boy you spent math period staring at and he throws it away. It is present when the boy you thought was The One, after barely one conversation, promised to call but didn’t. It is there when you tell your best friend that you love him, in that way. But he looks you in the eye and pretends that you’re kidding.
This love is the basis for the songs you wrote with awkward notes on your first guitar. This love is the inspiration for the poem you scribbled in your journal when you were fifteen and the boy you liked asked someone else to the prom. This is the reason why you pretend to listen to all his girlfriend problems when deep inside you are dying because he doesn’t see you. This is the reason why you decide that smoking and drinking wouldn’t hurt as much as how you felt when he smiled at you and turn around, kissing his girlfriend.
It is there watching when you sob in the dead of the night. It is there when you hope that he will see how wrong she is for him and finally notice you instead.
It accompanies you, through your first crush, your first kiss, your first everything.
It is known to mankind as foolishness.
It destroys hope, make faith seem like a mad man’s talk.
It wakes you up night after night.
It is unrequited love.
Tell me the truth, Frank, remember that? We used to live by it. And you know what’s so good about the truth? Everyone knows what it is however long they’ve lived without it. No one forgets the truth, Frank, they just get better at lying.
Frak the odds! We’re going to find her!
I think what I have learned most is that… I’ll never be perfect. I’m not talking about just looks or things like that, but in every part of life, I’ll always be flawed. I’m sure a lot of girls feel that way too and I know that dudes do cause I live with a bunch of ‘em. The greatest feeling is knowing that I don’t have to be right.
A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.
A Single Man (2009)
(via alongcameemily)
(via quote-book)
