Words Of My Heart
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
The truth about my depression is this. It’s the devil living inside my brain and my heart, on a quest to destroy all of my cells until the last, catching every breath I take until I’m unable to inhale on my own, breaking every bone in my body until it eats me alive completely, destroys me, and kills me.View Post
The important thing
is not to think of happiness
as a destination
She could feel it.
Even miles away,
she could sense it.
The sweet caress of his caring soul.View Post
I’d like to dress up with stars,
and cover your heart with them.
But above all, I like it because of the way it makes me feel. Like it’s heaven on earth. I like that it’s surreal and comforting at the same time. I like that it’s permanent and immutable. I like that such a pretty thing can never go away or disappear.View Post
Everything can change in a second.
One day, they’re here, holding your hand and walking beside you.
And the next day… they’re gone.
Jumping off a cliff. Telling someone you love them. Daring to get out of your comfort zone. Trying something new.
Taking that step. Taking that risk. What’s the worst that can happen?
You’ll make mistakes. You’ll fall and you’ll fail. But that’s ok.
There’s something in the way you look at me – shyly, playfully, knowingly. There’s something in the way we get close, in the way your tight embrace can heal the most broken parts of me and put them all back into place. There’s something in the way your chest comes against mine and your hands run over my back and squeeze every last space and breath of air separating our two bodies.View Post
Surround yourself with people, who make you read your life like you read your favourite book.
Surround yourself with people, who make you watch your life you watch your favourite film.
Keep these people, who make you live your life like it’s one of your favourite stories.
One day, I’m going to let you read the words you’ve probably not read yet and your heart will break.
Because then, you will realise it was all about you.
How I wish for you not only to see yourself through my eyes, but through my mind, my heart and my whole body too. And then maybe you’ll see what I see, you’ll feel what I feel; and then maybe, you’ll realise how wonderful you are. How precious you are. How lovable and special you are. So I am not sorry for this being what it is, whatever it is. And I won’t be sorry for never giving up, for being stubborn, and for carrying on saying that you are worth an infinity of stars. Because you are.View Post
I have seen families tearing themselves apart, couples breaking up, and friendships gone to waste. And why? Because there is this ever-growing tendency for people to stop fighting for what they once believed in when things get hard. Of course, the EU isn’t perfect. But how can it get any better if its members decide to leave? Any good and worthwhile human relationship thrives to constantly improve. Being an EU member is like one of these human unions; it is and should be about improvement, it is and should be about sticking together and thriving to become better together.View Post
Let’s be peacemakers – not war declarers, let’s be lovers – not haters, and let’s be hopeful, for the world is such a wonder that was left to us to be taken care of.
Let’s be envoys of love instead of hate, of hope instead of despair, of peace instead of war.
What I see in you is the eye contact held for a second longer, the delicate push of your chest against mine, of your hands on my back holding me tight and making me feel home. When we met, I had no idea you were going to be this important to me today. But here you are, beautiful heart, reassuring arms and caring soul. Here you are, standing on your two feet and offering me a home. A home. This is what I see in you.View Post