if there’s a cure for this, i don’t want it.
every time i know i’m right about something, like 100% accurate, i get nervous. i feel this deep sense of heaviness and suddenly there is this immense pressure to protect it.
i think it’s because when you know what’s right, anything against that is false. an untruth. a wrong move. when you feel that much rightness, it holds you hostage for a second. refusing to release you until you meet the demands of whatever you’re right about. to either take some type of action or file it safely amongst your list of truths.
that’s the only way to make sure you don’t wind up being wrong by fucking with it too much. there is this huge responsibility to just leave it alone and not add anything to it.
is it just me, or is that how it’s supposed to work?
build yours, and i’ll build one, too.
(Source: jamiexlewis, via kisskissbangbangshootem)
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| Girl by Pool: | You're very pretty. You should smile more often. |
|---|---|
| Me: | (blushing) Thank you. I try, but I'm always thinking... |
| GBP: | I can tell. It shows. (smiles) And it makes you look paranoid, nervous, insecure... |
| Me: | I know, I know. |
| GBP: | Besides, look at where you are. You're by the pool, surrounded by palm trees and sunshine. People would kill to be where you are right now. You shouldn't be thinking. You should be enjoying this. You are exactly where you are supposed to be right now. You were put here. |
| Me: | Wow, you're right. |
| GBP: | Don't think -- feel. Better yet, think with your heart. Don't use your brain, it's always f*cked up anyway. |
Why do I sense some sadness in you? It’s that deep.
Text from a random, yet handsome, gentleman, seconds after tears started rolling down my face. I’m in front of my computer. His location is unknown. How did he know?
We met the other day at a clothing store. I was staring at a pink & grey striped shirt that I liked, but not enough to purchase. I picked up another grey dress and fell in love with it when he walked up and started flirting with me, albeit politely.
He offered to buy me the dress. I paused and was about to decline, then something told me to say yes. Take a chance. Let someone spoil you, for once. Stop being so cautious. Live a little.
I handed him the dress and he asked me what else I wanted. I hesitated before reaching out for the pink & grey shirt and handing it to him. We proceeded to the check out where he paid for his socks and my two items, before showing me pictures of his two beautiful daughters (His wife died a year ago, from cancer).
We parted ways. Him, to his taxi. Me, to my ride. Numbers and blessings were exchanged. And then, that text.
I stopped believing in coincidences a long time ago. I’m convinced he’s an angel.
Either that, or we were married in our past lives. It’s nice to think things like that, no? Even nicer when the Universe picks up your emotions and sends you love in the most random ways.
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