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LOVE LETTERS I KEEP UNSEND  


April  18th   ·  reblog



The purpose of relationship is not to have another who might complete you, but to have another with whom you might share your completeness.


Neale Donald Walsch (via emotional-algebra)

1497N  on  April  18th   ·  reblog



You can’t start growing up until you let go. You can’t hold to the past for so long, it will just hold you down. You will be stuck in the same position until you learn to let go and move on. Our past is just a story… and once you realize this,

it has no power over you.


1N  on  April  18th   ·  reblog
insight   



earlyware:

Number three: Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.
Henry Miller

earlyware:

Number three: Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.

Henry Miller


567N  on  April  18th   ·  reblog



In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.


Friedrich Nietzsche (via hrsvt)

7341N  on  April  14th   ·  reblog



As though touching her
might make him known to himself,

as though his hand moving
over her body might find who
he is, as though he lay inside her, a country

his hand’s traveling uncovered,
as though such a country arose
continually up out of her
to meet his hand’s setting forth and setting forth.

And the places on her body have no names.
And she is what’s immense about the night.
And their clothes on the floor are arranged
for forgetfulness.


Li-Young Lee, “Dwelling” (via focloir)

682N  on  April  14th   ·  reblog



EVERYTHING I COULD NEVER TELL YOU. 


April  14th   ·  reblog



http://focloir.tumblr.com/post/82545568194/191-motion-forgetting-you-is-like-trying-to 

focloir:

191. MOTION

Forgetting you is like trying to unlearn how to ride a bike. The concrete is unforgiving, and I have fallen way too many times—broke a bone, scratched my knees, scraped my palms, sprained an ankle—before I learned how too keep my balance.

I understand, there will be no more hurting….


62N  on  April  13th   ·  reblog



13 Things I Will Do For My Future Love By NIKITA BEE  

1. I will write about you, for you, and to you.
I will write you love letters describing the way your fingers feel inside me. I will write 50 different things I like about you on post-it notes and stick them around your bedroom and in your car. I’ll write an article about the way your eyes make me want to howl at the moon or an essay deconstructing each and every nuance of your mouth. You will be my muse.

2. I will cook for you.
I will make you dinner when you get home from work. I will make you waffles on Saturday morning wearing nothing but your button-up. I’m really good at making pasta dishes and desserts. Having a bad day? BAM. BROWNIES. Sick of chocolate? Impossible, but also, BAM. ALFREDO.

3. I will take care of you when you’re sick.
I will tuck you into bed, put cold cloths on your forehead, make you tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches and keep you stocked up on medication and tissues. I will mother the shit out of you if I have to. YOU WILL NOT DIE ON MY WATCH, I SWEAR IT!

4. And I’ll take care of you when you’re not sick.
You know, the normal things one does for another person when they care about that person.

5. I’ll make you laugh.
…or try…although if we can’t laugh together I won’t be allowing you betwixt these thighs…

6. And support your dreams and goals…
…but keep you grounded at the same time. Whatever you want to do with your life, I promise you I will help you every step of the way. But if it gets to the point where you’re calling a cardboard box “home” and yelling “I just wanna make REAL ART!” we should probably talk.

7. I will get along with your family and friends.
I can get along with anybody. Literally. Anybody. I may be murdering you on the inside, but on the outside I’m all, “Omg that’s so adorbs, tell me more, I must know everything!” while washing dishes and impressing your father with my knowledge of cigars. (Yes, I have knowledge of cigars. Impressed yet, future father-in-law?) I am extremely easygoing. You want to have a night out with your friends? Go for it — and here’s $5, have a drink on me. If I’m not busy, I’ll even pick you and your friends up later when you’re too drunk to drive.

8. I will give you space when you need it.
Have you been on edge lately? Has your job/friends/family/me been driving you bonkers? Is being alone all you want in your life right now? Go for it. (And here’s a brownie, feel better boo.)

9. I’ll communicate honestly and without anger.
I can’t say that I will never get angry, because I will. But, give me a few moments to collect my thoughts and I will come back calm and honest. Bluntly honest. I would rather you be bluntly honest with me too, because then we can talk it through and get back to lovin’ on each other.

10. I’ll save you half the candy bar (and always give you the bigger half!).
Yup, self-sacrifice. I went there.

11. I will put thought into my presents for you.
Pretty self explanatory…

12. I’ll give you (naked) back rubs when you’ve had a long day.
I am awesome at these, FYI.

13. And I’ll stand up for you.
I will be your hero, baby. But seriously, I will. I know you can take care of yourself just fine. Still, I will take care of anybody who tries to talk behind your back (*cracks knuckles*). I will never complain about you to my friends, or tell them about that one time you peed yourself at summer camp… because I’ve got your back. I am loyal and dependable and not just an amazing lover (*winketywink*) but also an amazing friend.


April  10th   ·  reblog



For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.


T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets (via observando)

April  10th   ·  reblog