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A U S T R A L I A

By Gabi Mulder

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Why is it that we go after something (or someone) we know we can't get or have no chance with? Why do we keep hurting ourselves like that? Why can't we convince our mind and heart that it's never happening, so you better stop thinking about it? Just why? 💔

I think it’s a strong human need to fill up that empty feeling we have inside of us since birth. You know the craziest shit about being human? The fact that we can formulate thoughts and ideas… that’s so fascinating. That essentially… before there were even humans or life itself.. it was just that. Pure nothingness. Everything in existence— gold, silver, the stars, the hot mixtapes, everything that doesn’t matter to you, everything that will ever matter to you— it all came from nothingness. That vastness. That fullness, that wholeness— it all came from nothing. So when people say that they don’t feel anything or don’t want to feel anything— they’re really just saying, I want to go back to the beginning. When it was just pure space.

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i start every letter with a new way to see your eye colors. because dark brown eyes aren’t quite like the others and we’re quite common. the way the soil whispers to the roots of everything tall and fragile, we were destined for life. i read when i was 10 that a crucial ingredient for flowers to grow is love above all else. to topple down a freefall, i would love to fall back into you. eres la única para mí. i start out writing poems for someone that i used to love and you know something that has always bothered me? when people would ask me about love i would say that all love is the same— let me explain. throughout your life, you’re always going to love people, you’ll always fall in love in some mysterious way. a simple hello, a goodbye to add to your story. so when i say that all love is the same, it rings true. my heart beats to the rhythm of the adrenaline when i want to kiss you. that doesn’t change. my fingers follow yours like old paintings searching for god amongst religion— as if man can find all of his answers while alive. that doesn’t change. i’ve been searching for a way out through my piano keys, i’ve encountered gold by listening to your voice. oh, how the stars have a pretty glow, the eyes of honey dipped dew left on a rose petal before the sun arrives before we wake up too soon. so i’ve known love, and they all feel the same. every i love you that has ever left my lips, all transformed into an eternity of chasing and longing. you are a different kind of happy, maybe it’s because a part of who i used to be is still there. beauty is still a weakness of mine and intelligence has to sit pretty high. if all flowers are the same, we’re creating hybrids that don’t sit well with the rest of the world. you’re a stone that skips all the way until space ends, if we’re all made with such elegance— this would be the end. i can run out of ways to love myself, i can run out of ways to love you— but as long as we’re still here. the sun can shine a little longer, maybe this warmth makes sense. we’re all alive and here, maybe we’ve got purpose and all of this searching means something. to all of the days that i couldn’t hold you while you were crying, this is my chance to tell you that i’ll be here until the sun is no more. and if one day, i’m in love with a ghost. at least i took a real good look at your eyes and told you the truth. being in love has never felt better. i don’t care about the consequences or the aftershock— if this is the cause of my own heartbreak, at least this time, i get to choose it. if this is poison, let it be the finest. if this is passion, let it be ripe and ready for the picking. if this is love, let it be the only way that i want to be loved. if this is us, let it be our last kiss. because in a world where the lines are blurry— at least i’ve got you. because in a place where we’re slowly dying— i can feel my heartbeat across the raining seas and the storming mornings. you aren’t just another pair of dark brown eyes, you’re my pair of dark brown eyes.

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darling, perhaps the reason you’ve been attracting conditional lovers, is because you haven’t been uncoditionally loving yourself. you set the tone for how people love you. love for yourself will show them how you desire and deserve to be loved.

iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)

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darling, perhaps the reason you’ve been attracting conditional lovers, is because you haven’t been uncoditionally loving yourself. you set the tone for how people love you. love for yourself will show them how you desire and deserve to be loved.

iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)

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“I’ll always be right here” by Davide Carovana

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We have this weird thing in the world where you don’t get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.

John Green (via wordsnquotes)

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Faith is an aptitude of the spirit. It is, in fact, a talent: you must be born with it.

Anton Chekhov, from “Complete Works,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I believe I was a little in love with you.

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (via thelovejournals)

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I have always loved too much, or not enough.

Dorianne Laux, “After Twelve Days of Rain” (via thelovejournals)

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You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless  (via thelovejournals)

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Do the things that scare you until nothing does. Do it every day. No matter how big, no matter how small. Talk to that cute person. Ask for that job. Do it until you gain momentum and life becomes exciting. Know that you are capable of so much more than you know.

T. Wuggles (via wnq-writers)