Emily's

Some people know me as an introvert, for some, known me as an extrovert, and talk a lots. For some people, I am also known as a stubborn person, but others know me as a gentle like a mother,, hehe Some people judge me as an arrogant's. But while others judge me as someone who could be the most comfortable place to always talked and sharing about anything, leaning their head on my shoulders. In some people I am known as a very ignorant, uncaring person. But some of them also know me as someone who is too caring, even for the slightest thing about them, and they always happy if I always pay attention to every detail of them.. :D there are some who feel unimportant to greet me when we meet. But some others also hug me without doubt if we accidentally met on the street, and some place. Some people have their own interpretations then choose to leave. There are also those who only hear from others about me, but as if they already feel very familiar and know a lot about me. B...

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter ...

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it - I own everything abput me : my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my thrumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know - but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that w...

Here's the thing about people with good hearts. They give you excuses when you don't explain yourself. They accept apologies you don't give. They see the best in you when you don't need them to. At your worst, they lift you up, even if it means putting their priorities aside. The word "busy" does not exist in their dictionary. They make time, even when you don't. And you wonder why they're the most sensitive people. You wonder why they are willing to give so much of themselves with no expectation in return. You wonder why their existence ia not so essential to your well-being. It's because they don't make you work hard for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think they've earned, and you accept the love you think you're entitled to. Let me tell you something. Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you. Our skies don't become gray out of nowhere. Our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take over for no re...

What do I deserve? I deserve all of you, not only the sunshine and rainbows but also the darkness and storms. Would you make me love only half of you? Half of your life? Half of your heart? Half of your soul? Why show me only your smiles when I know you also cry. Why do you deny me the opportunity to dry your tears or cry with you? Show me the dark patches that spread inside. You know I can feel them creeping in your mind. Let me hold you and help you stand when your strength falters. There is no shame in that. Make my strength your own. Let me love you whole. Let me embrace all the perfect impertfectness you call your own. Let me love you the only way I know, with all that I am, with all my heart and soul. e.v.e (Because I Love All Of You) Source :  https://heartofmuse.tumblr.com/

Stop acting like you aren't enough. You're strong and beautiful and the way you dress or who you like doesn't change how big you heart is. You are important, and your hair looks nice, and so do your eyes. Ans the way you eat half a tub of ice cream is sexy as hell. You are not nothing, and you can achieve anything, and you are believed in. You are someone worth having around and whoever has you now, Or will have you, is the lucky one too. Why do people tell others what they deserve but never themselve? Stop acting like you aren't enough, because you are~ #2f7d0bea Source : "PILLOW THOUGHTS" Book~

When he walks into your life You'll realize everything was black and grey before He is your colour when your eyes are closed He'll fill your lungs with flames He'll teach your veins how to carry blood He'll whisper to your heart; This is what a pulse feels like Source : "MICHAELA ANGEMEER" Book~