I'm Jin, The Human
"Then you and I should bid good-bye for a little while?”
I suppose so, sir.”
And how do people perform that ceremony of parting, Jane? Teach me; I’m not quite up to it.”
They say, Farewell, or any other form they prefer.”
Then say it.”
Farewell, Mr. Rochester, for the present.”
What must I say?”
The same, if you like, sir.”
Farewell, Miss Eyre, for the present; is that all?”
Yes.”
It seems stingy, to my notions, and dry, and unfriendly. I should like something else: a little addition to the rite. If one shook hands for instance; but no—that would not content me either. So you’ll do nothing more than say Farwell, Jane?”
It is enough, sir; as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.”
Very likely; but it is blank and cool—‘Farewell."
Charlotte BrontëJane Eyre
Posted 1 year ago with 40 notes
Hello! I turned 19 today! Yay!

Hello! I turned 19 today! Yay!

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Posted 1 year ago with 27 notes
"Some fall in love.
I shatter."
Stephin Merritt

(Source: contramonte, via iwillwriteforandaboutyou)

Imagine if everyone is wearing an invisible smile…

Mr. Dawson was an old grouch, and everyone in town knew it. He once worked in a big jaw crusher plant. Kids knew not to go into his yard to pick a delicious apple, even off the ground, because old Dawson, they said, would come after you with his ball bullet gun.

One Friday, 12-year-old Janet was going to stay all night with her friend Amy. They had to walk by Dawson’s house on the way to Amy’s house, but as they got close Janet saw him sitting on his front porch and suggested they cross over to the other side of the street. Like most of the children, she was scared of the old man because of the stories she’d heard about him.

Amy said not to worry, Mr. Dawson wouldn’t hurt anyone. Still, Janet was growing more nervous with each step closer to the old man’s house. When they got close enough, Dawson looked up with his usual frown, but when he saw it was Amy, a broad smile changed his entire face as he said, “Hello Miss Amy. I see you’ve got a little friend with you today.”
Amy smiled back and told him Janet was staying overnight and they were going to listen to music and play games. Dawson told them that sounded fun, and offered them each a fresh picked apple off his tree. They gladly accepted. Dawson had the best apples in town.

When they got out of Dawson? On earshot, Janet asked Amy, “Everyone says he’s the meanest man in town. How come he was so nice to us?”
Amy explained that when she first started walking past his house he wasn’t very friendly and she was afraid of him, but she pretended he was wearing an invisible smile and so she always smiled back at him. It took a while, but one day he half-smiled back at her.

After some more time, he started smiling real smiles and then started talking to her. Just a “hello” at first, then more. She said he always offers her an apple now, and is always very kind.  

"An invisible smile?" questioned Janet.

"Yes," answered Amy, "my grandma told me that if I pretended I wasn’t afraid and pretended he was smiling an invisible smile at me and I smiled back at him, that sooner or later he would really smile. Grandma says smiles are contagious."

If we remember what Amy’s grandma said, that everyone wears an invisible smile, we too will find that most people can’t resist our smile after a while.

We’re always on the go trying to accomplish so much, aren’t we? Getting groceries, cleaning the house, mowing the lawn— there’s always something. It’s so easy to get caught up in everyday life that we forget how simple it can be to bring cheer to ourselves and others. Giving a smile away takes so little effort and time, let’s make sure that we’re not the one that others have to pretend is wearing an invisible smile.

Posted 2 years ago with 77 notes
"I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts."
— Carl Sandburg, from “Autumn Movement” (via proustitute)

Nobody else could see the pain that I see deep in her eyes.

Posted 2 years ago with 23 notes

Who would’ve thought that time would pass by like a cool autumn breeze? Who would’ve thought that people would make you feel good one moment and then shitty the next time? Who would’ve thought that life would be given to you and then taken away at your most complicated and unprepared times? Who would’ve thought that life wouldn’t be easy but truly toilsome? Who would’ve thought that I’d fall in love with you but you’d never love me back? Who would’ve thought that sometimes, you give and give without ever receiving anything? Who would’ve thought that life and world and everything work in so many strange ways and we’ll never understand them?

Posted 2 years ago with 33 notes
Going out in hopes of finding some inspiration or motivation to write about tonight… Been a while.

Going out in hopes of finding some inspiration or motivation to write about tonight… Been a while.

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Posted 2 years ago with 30 notes

I tried to work on poems today, but all I wrote was “Wow, LOL because I’m so miserable.”

Posted 2 years ago with 21 notes
"I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life."
— Neil Gaiman, Worlds’ End
Posted 2 years ago with 52 notes

My tears have washed away all the pain. You know, it’s true, what they say. You got to hold on and stay strong to the things that give you the reasons to be what and who you’re supposed to be. No matter how many times we fall down, we need and deserve to stand back up. And somehow, we just get used to the feeling, don’t we? It becomes easier from time to time. And that’s the best way there is to cope up with everything.

Posted 2 years ago with 28 notes

You could’ve loved him. You could’ve loved the boy who spent his whole life just waiting for someone to come, for someone to just show up and take care of him, for someone to just be there and keep his company.

You could’ve loved him. Because it was so easy to. Because he’d love you, too. Because he’d really do.

But instead, you just watched him. You just watched him there before you finally said, “You’re only a boy.”

But still, you could’ve tried, at least, you know?

Posted 2 years ago with 29 notes
Because I can’t close my eyes and go to sleep…

Because I can’t close my eyes and go to sleep…

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Posted 2 years ago with 23 notes

You write endless tales with splendid realism, making them so stirring and engaging. You tell stories about every single verity and falsehood, voicing them out through your dazzling words. You touch hearts and minds and lives— inspiring and motivating each and every one— even without trying.

I wish to get the chance and opportunity to feel your existence even more as I drink down the melody of your written lullabies and bath in an ocean of your massive reverie as time continue to go by.

Posted 2 years ago with 37 notes
"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."
— My Sister’s Keeper (via samchenny)
Posted 2 years ago with 49 notes