When i was younger

When i was younger i always hated watching people smoke, i thought they were the main reason for global warming with all that smoke they were releasing in the air, and (sadly) i ddnt quiet become proud of myself growing older concerning that, i guess sometimes people have much more problems to care about than global warming and my younger self couldn't relate to that, long story short jumping to direct conclusions was a never a good idea.

I remember when you asked me to move on ,

"I remember when you asked me to move on , and I also remember that I told you it's hard for me to do it,and no I wasn't being dramatic. I met new people I tried new things but everything , everyone reminded me of you , whether it's a face , a place , a word or even a song , I met new people but I never did , weird isn't it ? they are all nice and kind but that day is still haunting me , like Hansel and Gretel haunting those witches but guess what ? I'm not a witch I am Tinkerbell and if you remember Peter Pan fell in love with Windy but she left him to grow up , Tinkerbell on the other hand was always there for him , simply her love was pure."

I felt I was flying

I felt I was flying
Never ever so happy and free
No pain to feel just ticklish feeling in my stomach
Finally got to know what a butterfly in stomach means
Then I realized I am falling
Falling in love
And when you fall, you only get hurt
It just the Matter of time where you learn to hide, ignore or pretend
Where you wound get this fresh air which makes it heal fast
But well it's just the upper most layer which is formed
And then you fall at the same place
Never ever anything have hurt you so much
The injury was not even healed that you get stabbed at the same place again
And this time you are horrified
Getting hurt at the same place is the worst.
It makes you weaker

I struggled to find the words to name

I struggled to find the words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been. My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

Do you ever wonder if people

Do you ever wonder if people wonder about you? Like maybe they saw something today that reminded them of you. Or they heard your name. Or they just really miss you or your voice or your smile. I just wonder about who wonders about me.

My fault was that I never forget

My fault was that I never forget, I remember all the details, those looks, and words, even I remember how I felt back then.

There’s so much more to life than finding someone

"There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t.
There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own.
Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot.
Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise."

Life is like a dessert.

Life is like a dessert.
Colourful. Hot. Cold. Mesmerizing.
If you ever been to any desert area you will know.
But it gets real hard when you are lost.
You will panic because you won't see any road to lead you anywhere, and the sand is hard to walk.
You will have some undone work. Like to meet someone or to reach somewhere. Anything it can be.
This will give you strength and hope to deal with it.
But do you remember how mirage works?? How we suddenly see water.
That's how our emotion works.
To full fill the void inside us our mind keeps creating this beautiful world where we usually find ourself caged.
It might be of a lover
Or
You being the greatest
Or
Maybe how you can reach to the missing one or the dead one
Or
Anything you desire

But dear that's an illusion, you put all efforts thinking this is it. You have found it. The moment you reach there, you realize it was nothing. An illusion created by mind.

And that's where you lose all hope and you suffer from a failure which leads to mental and emotional breakdown.

But we don't realize how desperate we were for something that whatever came first we thought of that as real.
My Friend this life is not fair. It's not easy. Keep working on what you want.
Don't blame
Don't lose it

Save your energy to find water. Stop crying or you will dehydrate and die.

To whoever is lucky enough to be her next,

To whoever is lucky enough to be her next,
She’s jealous. Furiously, viciously, desperately jealous. It’ll annoy you, fuck, it’ll annoy you. But don’t get angry, learn to love it. It means she loves you, she cares. She cares so much. She’ll think every girl can see what she sees in you.
She’s scared of the dark sometimes, she has nightmares, bad ones. Hold her. Hold her so tight, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and don’t sleep without lingering your arm around her limbs, please don’t let her go.
She has a sense of humour you’ll never find in anybody else. She’s so funny, a dark and honest humour that will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. She’ll love to laugh, make her laugh. She throws her head back and her hair brushes off her shoulders and her eyes light up so bright it’s indescribable, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
She’s insecure, heartbreakingly so. She always has been and she probably always will be. She’ll put the duvet over her body and she’ll turn the other way if you look at her for too long, but she is beautiful. In every light, in every season, at every time of day and in every dimension of the universe, she’s beautiful. Remind her, every day. She’ll blush and shrug it off but she’ll smile when she thinks about it lying in bed that night, and that’s worth the stars in the skies.
Lastly, she doesn’t give second chances. She didn’t give me one. I didn’t deserve one but I’ll never stop wishing I got one. At every opportunity, kiss her in the street, buy her flowers (she loves orchids), dance with her at parties and don’t break her heart. Please don’t break her heart. Because that’ll end up breaking yours twice as bad. You’ll fall asleep to the sound of her closing the door behind her and you’ll never fucking forget it.
Love her, because she’ll love you. She doesn’t do anything in halves, she’ll love you whole heartedly and she’ll do it so very gracefully. Love every single one of her flaws, if you ever manage to find any, love her how she deserves and don’t make my mistake.
Yours truly, I lost her

If only we could see the endless string o

If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.

John Green
Looking For Alaska