Niev.21.Germany.Asian studies & japanese.
Truth is, I’m a fucking romantic. I’m difficult but I promise - I’m not boring.
There is a place in the heart that will never be filled; a space. And even during the best moments, and the greatest times, we will know it.
心, 大切な, 心
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Can you feel the words I can’t express?
My heart’s deepest thoughts
Can you say them?
For I am too afraid of the truth.
Precious. A word used to describe value. Immense positive value. It is used to point out things and people that are very important and dear to you. There’s that ring she was given by her mother, who before that, received it from her mother. It’s a symbol of love and family, of bond. To him, his car means everything. The first ride, the first crash. The awareness of being alive and ceasing to be - at a hairs length. Often we cherish things more than people. People should be always loved above. Humans are beautiful, exhilarating and never replaceable.
But people are dangerous. People are wonderful, yet uncertain. Their roads almost never go as expected.
That’s why no matter how expensive a thing may be, whatever effort it took you, nothing you can give is as valuable as your time.
Giving your time to someone is like ripping out pages from your favorite book. With the pages gone, the story changes. Giving somebody your time is the greatest honor to make. Be sure of who has earned it.
Over all, being given parts of a persons lifetime is the greatest gift you can receive. Handle it wisely and carefully. For you can never give back time that you have stolen. Time that you have wasted because you were selfish and didn’t know or care what is right. Wasting somebody’s time is a crime, attacking their future way of living. People who had their time wasted change. Their walk is bent, their eyes narrowed. Trust is something they hardly give. So be on your guard when it comes to your time. Give it with thought and be aware of the consequences, for time is irreplaceable. And more than that, be grateful for time that is given. Handle it with soft palms, for it is the most precious thing you will ever receive.
If letting me go won’t haunt you someday, there’s nothing much left to believe in.
I will never forget the way you looked at me.
I don’t know if I can take it. Don’t leave again. I can’t lose you again.
how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
You were the Master of leaving
I was the servant of grieving.
Me and my lovely friends.
if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands