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What have you heard? That criminals would rather confess than fight her? That her steely gaze can cool a room by five degrees? That she can only be killed by a silver bullet, like a werewolf? Theyβre all true, except for the silver bullet part. Might give her indigestion or heartburn, but I donβt think itβd kill her. Any other questions?
Jack Robinson about Phryne Fisher (via incorrectmfmmquotes)
I don’t like this feeling
I don’t like this feeling. This feeling of not knowing. This feeling of not knowing what I want and what I don’t want. I thought if I could get out of my comfort zone I could achieve my goals but turns out I don’t have any comfort at all anymore.
How am I supposed to live like this?
Without any comfort and affection?
Distance makes you understand the value of people. There are people there for me back home but not as much as I want them to be there for me. Maybe because I’m getting lonely day by day and I expect more and more from them and blame them, fight with them and I’m scared that I might lose them. I don’t know who I am anymore or what I want. I don’t like this feeling.
Before the very special moment comes, you expect the sun to rise in the morning. So it will light the whole day. You expect it to celebrate with you while you turn your head up high and smile at the sky. Before you went to surprise your friend on his own house, you expect him to be there knowing he would not go anywhere else. Before you call your best friend to tell her stories in the middle of the night, you expect her to answer your call and tell you that she has her ears open to everything youβre going to say. When you fall on your knees while you are surrounded by a lot of busy people, you expect someone to lend you a hand and lift you up on your feet. When you fall in love with someone who matters to you the most, you expect to be with them forever knowing that you will never fall out of love with them. Never. Yet when your dreams shattered to the ground, when your heart gets broken, you become disappointed and blame yourself for expecting too much. Your walls break down and you let them be replaced with negativities. Suddenly you lie awake at 3am thinking what you have done wrong. Thinking if thereβs still a way for you to step your feet and walk on. It rains. Stars are falling. People are leaving. One by one. Not all at once. As if they let you see them disappear like leaves on Autumn. But you and your hope is still there, sleeping and waiting for your call. You knew that expectations are different from love and hope. And you still have the latter. Your heart is still beating. This world is still revolving around the sun. The stars are still going to shine. Billions of people are still alive. And youβre still there, breathing, existing. Hope, my dear, but never expect. Because in the end, with love, it still remains. And someday you will understand that these things are some of the best things youβll ever have in your life. That even if you refuse to feel them in a while, these are some things youβve been possessing from the very start.
ma.c.a // When there’s hope, there’s also love (via vomitingwords)