beans of life



Ask me anything  
Reblogged from larmoyante
Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions. Susan Cain, Quiet (via julieyumi)

(Source: larmoyante, via julieyumi)

Reblogged from dulldrops
I was on fire
and you used me
to light your cigarette
dulldrops   (via northern-momma)

(Source: dulldrops, via missimportante)

Reblogged from blocklava

"Good Morning"
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”


You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.

Blocklava (via blocklava)

(via missimportante)

Nostalgia

ometimes at night,

i suddenly become aware of all the things.

i’m missing out on right now,

and all the people who i’m not close to anymore,

and all of the good times that will never happen again,

and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever,

and i get this awful feeling ~that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.

Uncommon feelings

..at this point, i am just hurt.

i don’t have anything to say or maybe i just d’ont want to think about anything any more.

what does it take to be different from every one else?

why is it so hard to save some sort of significance in someone’s life that’s not just a title.

is it my face, my hair, my voice, my smile, my personality…just me…

that is not good enough for you to just want to treat differently.

Maybe I’m just selfish but with this ‘title’ of mine, can’t I be? Just a little.  

None the less, right now, I’m anything but okay.    

Kind of sad

i hate that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad,

but you just feel really empty and every little thing gets to you and everyone that talks to you makes

you angry and you want to punch everyone in the face and go to another world that’s full of fairies

and talking mushrooms and everything is perfect.

Differences

You closed your eyes.

That was the difference.

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see,

you have to believe what you feel.

And if you are ever going to have other people trust you,

you must feel that you can trust them, too

— even when you’re in the dark.

Even when you’re falling.

Tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Albom

Not that far

The problem,

often not discovered until late in life,

is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation,

it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock.

The most successful people in life recognize,

that in life they create their own love,

they manufacture their own meaning,

they generate their own motivation.

For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday.

And lesson the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.. 

— Neil deGrasse Tyson

Letters are for words that u can’t say out loud. You can’t just take back something that has been said. Maybe, I wrote you letters but I never gave them to you. More than once, and you dont know..

Her path

In this middle of night, i remember a story.

It’s about a girl, who never show her tears, covering her face with laughter and smile.

Sometimes being silent but never let her tears drop.

A girl, who fight by herself.

Never rely to anyone else.

Walking her path she has choose alone.

Feel the pain all by herself.

She’s alone.

Lonely.

But not a loner.

She is trying to find something people call love, to fill her emptiness.

She’s still looking for it.

- Natsume Reiko