I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
At the moment, I am curled on in my room dimmed to a setting that sets the mood for wandering thoughts and serenity, it doesn’t get much better than this. Hot cup of Earl Grey tea at hand with a playlist composing of an amalgam of my music in the background, all in attempt to make doing my homework seem less dreary. And it seems to be working, perhaps its simply because I’m a nerd, quite frankly.
Its been so long since I felt such bliss, especially after what has been passing through my troubled mind nowadays. Sure, the original pang of realization comes from time to time, but to think in a matter of two years it will all be gone. It doesn’t seem worth the time and thought.
“ I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.”—Running with Scissors; Augusten Burroughs
“It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinions; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”—Self-Reliance, Ralph Waldo Emerson
There’ll be stars there, the kind that twinkle, the kind that demand long stares and wishes. You’ll see laughter and kindness and promises that are always kept. Maybe you’ll miss the secrets and the sullen whispers, maybe you’ll be at a loss, because it’s almost quiet there, quiet of evils and quiet of heartache. It is amongst the chaos and in-between, like midnight and shadows and promises never forgotten, but never kept.
“It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.”— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via theformofbeauty)