bujuui

Status: dalshabet + day6 = heaven
Joined: July 17, 2015
Last Seen: 7 years
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17 // living life like a dream \\ usa


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please talk to me, i'm always bored. also always online. convenient huh.

bujuui's Favorite Quotes

i once found a swollen lymph node
and i secretly wished it was cancer
because cancer could kill me
and i was too scared to kill myself

—j.p.


 I am the sun. Bright, wild, passionate– 

everything you’d think you’re looking for. Then you realize I’m not.

People come to me, sometimes. They take what they want, my energy, my light, just so they can get a tan. But no one stays for too long. 
Nobody really seeks me out. No one looks at me for more than a couple of seconds. No one wants too much of me. No one wants to try for risk of getting sunburnt.

Other times, most of it, everyone’s too busy working, doing routine, living their lives, to actually stop and notice me. Busy. Busy, busy. Everyone’s too busy around me. They can’t wait until the day is over.
The best part of me is the end – the sunset. Or the sunrise.

I am made up of reality. No one wants to get to know me. Because reality, life in daylight, the truth, is far too harsh.

She
she is the night sky. The moon, the stars, and the infiniteness of life. Memories are born, epic and great, under her crescent smile. She is made up of romance and magic. She is made up of dreams.

People seek her out. Plan travels, schedule to pause their entire lives just to look at her. And it’s not even a glimpse. Everyone stays up for hours, sometimes the entire night, just to spend time with her.

We’re all attracted to her. Drawn to her good vibes and endless possibilities. She is when we nestle safely inside a lover’s arms, party all our cares away, or make bonfires to skinny dip with friends for the first time.

There is nothing dangerous about her. Whether it’s the city skyline or nature’s aurora – everybody is in love. She is soft, alluring. Van Gogh painted a masterpiece about her.

She is boundless. She is perfect. She is beautiful.
I pale in comparison.
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A woman's life is nine
parts mess to one
part magic, you'll
learn that soon
enough...and the parts
that look like magic
often turn out to be messiest of all.
 
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Won't you stay alive? I'll take you on a ride. 








 

where do you go when your house isn't home?
I know I have friends but I feel like I have no one to talk to about the shït that goes on in my head.
"I want to tell you I miss you
with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you'll fix it. I don't
want you to feel bad or to tell me
it will get better.
This is where we are meant to be
right now-me apart from you,
my hands a little empty
and my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know."


 
I MIGHT HAVE ONLY SEEN THE SUN PEAK THROUGH THE AUTUMN LEAVES 16 TIMES BUT IT HAS TAUGHT ME A THING OR TWO. IT HAS TAUGHT ME THAT IT MAY BE HARD TO SEE HOPE THROUGH THE TREES, BUT IT IS STILL THERE. IT HAS TAUGHT ME THAT CHANGE BECOMES ROUTINE. IT HAS TAUGHT ME THAT WHEN YOU FALL APART YOU CAN GLUE YOURSELF BACK TOGETHER, EVEN IF YOU NEED TO USE SUPER GLUE. AND WHEN THAT DOESN'T WORK, THERE IS ALWAYS DUCT TAPE. LEAVES DRIFT FROM TIME TO TIME BUT THE ROOTS OF THE TREES REMAIN THE SAME. THIS HOW YOU SHOULD STAY. REMEMBER WHO YOU LOVE AND WHO LOVES YOU AND BE GRACIOUS FOR EVERYTHING THAT COMES YOUR WAY.

hold on to me, and we'll burn out slowly, and feel our hearts leap to words we don't mean
"The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell."