April 28, 2011 [Thursday]
I made this tumblr yesterday for 2 reasons.
1. I wanted to reblog the posts from 365words but not on my other tumblr because I dont want people to see how I feel or guess why I’m reblogging those posts.
2. I feel so much but have no way to get them out. Theres so much I want to say but no one to tell. I dont tell people my innermost thoughts, but if I dont get them out somehow, I might implode.
We were riding a rollercoaster. At first, we didn’t know whether we should get on, but we decided to take our chances and hopped on without much thought. We went through so many ups and downs, drops and flips, but eventually, it leveled out. It was steady. Pleasant. But all rollercoasters have to end. We got off and tried to get our balance back again. But we couldn’t. The ride was too intense. We couldn’t get back to where we were before the ride. So we decided to leave the park and recuperate. When we’re ready to meet again, I’ll meet you inside. You might get there first or maybe I will. I don’t know. But either way, I promise I’ll be waiting for you and I hope you’re waiting for me too. I hope you don’t get lost on the way and come to where we said we would meet. We can ride another ride. One with less ups and downs, no flips or drops. Just a nice, steady ride that we can both enjoy together. It can be one that doesn’t have to end.
♥
pyc
"Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present, it hopes for the future, and it does not brood over the past. It’s the day in and day out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and working toward common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that are missing. If you don’t have love in your life, no matter what else there is, it’s not enough.”
-Paul Tillich-"
-Paul Tillich-"
"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
-Chalres Bukowski-"
-Chalres Bukowski-"
