#majasharonwrites

[wordsbymsb]

One day you sit in the sun and you are in awe of how far you have come. All you ever wanted is yours. All the things you dreamed of are reality. All the people you read about are in your life. You are living the life that you only knew from books, from movies and from art. You are drinking wine with people under the stars. People who understand you, without saying a word. People who make you feel so alive that you forget that you ever wanted to die. And one day, you are at peace with yourself. With your mistakes, with your regrets, with your bad habits. And you are the best version of yourself, happy, glowing, learning. Dancing through all the chaos. You are not affected by other peoples perception of you. You are not defined by others peoples opinions. You are yourself. Without any apologies. You are visiting flowermarkets, coffee shops and bookshops in beautiful cities. You meet strangers who tell you stories about life, love and loss. The books whisper that there are stories waiting for you everywhere. You taste happiness on your lips and you see the stars in other peoples eyes. They remind you what it feels like to be alive. That your heart is beating. They kiss your troubles away, even if just for a moment. They show you books and art and music and they wrap their arms around you and make you feel at home. The home you have been looking for all your life. And suddenly, the future is full of possibilities. Full of promises. And the present is dreamy and it is beautiful and it is real. The sadness still lingers in the corners of your mind. But it does not hurt anymore, not as much. It is a fleeting feeling, a bittersweet one. Always reminding you of your past. But now, in this very moment you are at ease and there is nothing more beautiful than that.

[majabebber]

What I love. Gentle touches. Soft fingers touching shoulders when saying goodbye. Tight hugs, the ones where someone rests their head on yours. Secret glances and eye contact. I love the intrigue of getting to know someone - shy smiles, curious questions - maybe it’s all about the possibilities, the new opportunities.

[majabebber]

Rainy days. Hot coffee. Late mornings. Croissants for breakfast. Falling cherry blossoms. Queues in front of bookshops. The smell of rain. Surrounded by stories. Strangers playing chess. Strangers getting lost in books. Soft tunes. Feeling nostalgic. Living in the moment. Chandeliers. Notes of strangers. Piano music.

[majabebber]

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[majabebber]

I wanted him to tell me what he dreams of. What he writes about. Why he writes. What makes his heart beat. What makes him cry. How he drinks his coffee. What his favourite movie is. About the first time he fell in love. About the first time he knew he fell out of love. About the stories of his childhood. About his parents. What makes him cry. And what makes him happy. I wanted to take every pain he ever felt away from him. I wanted to make him feel alive. And happy. So happy that when he kisses me he can taste the stars on my tongue and see his future in my eyes.

[majabebber]

We live on borrowed time. The past and the future is an illusion. All we really have is now. There is peace in dying because what a wonderful though it is that, after all, there is an end to all our suffering. That we will be reunited with the ones we love. We think we have so much time, but we don’t. Life is slipping trough our fingers every second. But there is so much peace in the midst of all this chaos we call life.

[majabebber]

Tell me how you drink your coffee, what your favourite flowers are, what your favourite book is, what you dream of. I want to know all of you. 🤍 @majasharonwrites #coffeeloving #paris #parisloving #majasharonwrites (à Cafés Richard) https://www.instagram.com/p/CF_UFRFgPPe/?igshid=1ftf9htbjfjid

[majabebber]

I miss you. I know we will never be something because you live so far away from me. I can only ever have you a few times a year when you visit my city. I miss your smile, brightening up the whole room. I miss your kisses, on my lips, on my forehead. I miss you taking my face in your hands and telling me that I am going to be okay. I miss your good manners, your charme. I miss you telling me about your past, about your family, about your life. I feel like I knew you the summer we met. I felt so comfortable around you, so at ease. I cant stop thinking about what we could have been if you would live closer to me. About you telling me you miss me. You are a bittersweet story. A summer love. A fleeting moment. Sweet, passionate kisses. Moments in time. Touched once and then never again. Warm hugs, full of longing. My heart aches for you and you will never know.

[majabebber]

Tell me how you drink your coffee, what your favourite flowers are, what your favourite book is, what you dream of. I want to know all of you. 🤍 @majasharonwrites #coffeeloving #paris #parisloving #majasharonwrites (à Cafés Richard) https://www.instagram.com/p/CF_UFRFgPPeicyGwPppOTdpRx0R3nQ7amCHuag0/?igshid=r1fyoxhy9nq3

[majabebber]

Live your life. Stop just existing. Get out there, meet people, go out of your comfort zone, take chances, live in the moment. We get so caught up in worrying, in being sad, we work too much and along the way we forget that we all struggle, that the only thing that will truly be remembered is how kind you were and how well you treated other people. Find peace in yourself, as well as happiness. Enjoy all the little things. Leave the people who don’t make you feel like you are enough. Don’t think about the next moment so much, think about now. Let go of the past, you can’t change it anyway. Be glad that you are alive, every single moment - because that’s all you ever need to be. Life is shorter than you think and we forget the how bittersweet this very thought is sometimes. So make the most of it while you can. Stop complaining. Make people feel loved and needed. Become who you always wanted to be. Don’t settle. Have deep conversations. Read as much as you can. Write everything down. And I mean everything. You’ll thank yourself one day. Ask your parents questions. Ask about their youth, about their memories. You owe them so much, they helped you become who you are today. Don’t forget that they are growing old too, and that they could slip away at any moment. Everyone can. Remember that no matter how painful the world seems, it can also be beautiful. Remind yourself of it everyday. Live. Just live.

[majabebber]

I don’t want to waste my time with anyone anymore. I don’t want to meet a new person every week. I don’t want to get lost in them just to lose them. I don’t want them to tell me things that they don’t mean. I want to find a person who stays, who means what they say. Someone who gives me peace, who makes me feel safe. I want to spend my life with the right person. Every single moment. I don’t want to settle. I want to find someone who is everything I need and I want to be everything they need too. I want someone who stays.

[wordsbymsb]

I drink too much coffee and dream too much. I spend hours browsing through bookshops, sitting in cafés, writing and dreaming the world away. I want to spend my life going to flower markets, theatres, bookshops and cafés. I want a lover who sees all the magic in me and I want to see his magic too. I want to spend the nights drinking wine and talking about life. About everything I lost, I learned and I love. I want to talk about all the sadness I carry with me but how I choose to wake up everyone morning not letting it defeat me. How I choose to see the magic in everyday. I want to drink black coffee and eat croissants for breakfast. I want to explore magical cities and get lost in strangers stories. I want to live life to the fullest because it’s way too short to not make the most of it.

[majabebber]

#majasharonwrites ✨ https://www.instagram.com/p/CBbvifYDkgT/?igshid=19bw4t87f85x3

[majabebber]

Tell me everything. Tell me what you write about. What you read. How you drink your coffee. What inspires you. Tell me about all the messy parts. Show me everything that you hide. I want to know what makes your heart beat. What inspires you. What you want to look back on at the end of your life. The first time you have been in love. The first time you got your heart broken. And how you put it back together. What keeps you going when you are so close to giving up. What you want to leave behind when you take your last breath. Tell me what makes you happy. I want to know every detail. I want to know why stardust dances in your eyes and why flowers bloom out of your mind. I want to know everything that you are.

[majabebber]

Happiness is everywhere, in everything around me - fresh flowers, a cup of coffee, sunshine, a strangers smile. 🤍 #paris #majasharonwrites #prettydoors #parisloving #majasharonbebber (à Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGCGOp7Asn4/?igshid=1au16zyecgkg5

[wordsbymsb]

I miss the feeling of being home. I miss feeling safe. The older I get, the more I long for past years, for past laughter, for past open arms. I miss the taste of coffee my dad always had. It is the first coffee I ever had, with a lot of milk and sugar. Sometimes I used to make coffee for my dad and it was always three spoons of coffee and two sugars. No milk - that’s the way he liked it. Now, years later, I drink it the same way he does. I miss being in the living room with my dad in the evenings - him watching tv, me curled up in a blanket, getting lost in endless pages of a book and being warmed by a hot cup of tea. I miss baking cakes everyday and eating it when it was still warm, the sweet chocolate melting on my lips. I miss dark winter mornings before school, sitting in front of the fireplace, being warmed by the flames. I miss stroking my cat, fur soft as silk, being soothes by her sheer presence and her kind eyes. I miss long summer days on the terrace, without any noice, reading a pile of books and dreaming of other places. I miss being excited about learning french at school, telling my dad the evening before that I already know the words “Monsieur” and “Mademoiselle”. I miss my dad making us a cup of tea on cold mornings, putting the hot liquid in another cup so we can drink it faster. I miss listening to cassettes while falling asleep. I miss secretly reading all night and turning the light off when I heard steps approaching. I miss fooling around with my childhood friends, playing games without a care in the world. I miss jumping over fresh mowed grass with our dog, breathing the fresh summer air. I miss watching shows after school on tv and having movie nights with my friends. I miss looking at a clear sky at night, counting the stars. I miss my mum taking my hand at the dinner table and me telling her that I love her. I miss everything that ever was and never will be.