Best Story Quotes This Year

There was a time in my life when everything lined up perfectly. I was on top of the world. I thought, "Life is easy!"
Then came the time when no matter what I did, I couldn't seem to get it right. I thought to myself "Life is so hard!" After all that, I just wanted to sleep. "Wake me up when this is all over.." I would say.
That's when everything changed and my life was simply unrecognizable.
So I learned to ride the waves, appreciate the blessings, and see life for what it really was.
-- An Adventure

I'm a

little bit






couldn't hear the thunder
but i heard your heart race
couldn't see the rain, we're too busy making hurricanes

spread love
and positivity

let the rain wash away
all the pain of yesterday

holy f*ck 

haven't been on here since I was 15

i'm 20 now


let me get personal here for a little. i just had this thought and my brain exploded. people get confused and sometimes irritated when i say that even a minute makes a difference. it's just a minute...right? what they dont know is that just 5 seconds made the biggest difference in...and life. it isnt about petty arguments, whether to close up shop at 7:59 or if we should wait till 8:02. it's about a deeply rooted feeling in my soul that 5 seconds saved my life. 5 seconds. the difference between my family and loved ones mourning my death, and me being successful and thriving at a job i didnt even really ask for a couple years later. when someone says "it's only one minute, it doesnt matter" soul knows it does matter. so if i shoot you a glare at a remark about the time...dont take it personally. my body is just glad to be alive and breathing. thank you, i think im done now.
"lets be realistic," he said with a scoff.

was being realistic.

Yes, my reality was to spend the rest of my life with you.

Yes, my
reality was to grasp your face and connect our lips in a white dress.

Yes, my reality was to hold your hand as my fingers dug within your flesh as the doctors yelled for me to push.

Yes, my r
eality was to help you wash your gray short hair and tease each other about our wrinkles.

my reality was to stare at grandchildren as we reminisced about our lives.

You wer
e my reality, and I was being realistic.

"you're right," I mumbled in agreement, "i need to be realistic."

was being realistic.
he told me years ago,
"But any guy who becomes interested in you
and doesn't notice your beautiful smile
isn't worth your time."
   When I first started climbing the tree of love, I knew better than to pick the fruit hanging lowest from the tree, the fruit  that I didn't want because I am not desperate.
   But as I climbed further and further up, I began to find it more and more difficult to get what I wanted from the tree. My friends wanted me to pick perfectly good fruit that I never ended up picking because it didn't feel right. I was too unsure of whether the fruit was right for me even though the   fruit clearly wanted me. I want to take risks, I want to get out of my comfort zone, but I am still too scared to pick fruit that isn't as round as I'd usually go for because I am not particularly impressed by it initially.
     Yet the fruit I was sure about, the fruit that gave me butterflies in my stomach, the fruit that I felt in my heart was right for me and what I truly wanted, I tried to pick it. But it wouldn't budge. Later on, I tried again with a different fruit that gave me the same feelings. The stem cracked from the branch but refused to detach from it. My heart was broken. It broke even more when I saw girls who wanted those same fruits that gave me butterflies and made my heart race pick them with ease. Hell, those fruits almost fell on their faces. More fruit started to call for me but I didn't pick them because none of them made me feel the way other fruit did.
   And that's when I asked myself, "Should I pick what I don't particularly care for much? Is it worth it? Is it worth not feeling butterflies for someone who treats you well and understands you but doesn't give you that "feeling" inside? Is continuing to climb this tree going to hurt me in the end? Will I die before I reach the top because I never picked a fruit? Do I even deserve fruit, am I too picky to pick fruit? Will I ever find a
fruit I am sure about, fruit that gives me butterflies in my stomach, fruit that I feel in my heart is right for me and what I truly want that will fall off of the tree just for me?"
     I don't know the answer to any of this, but I am starting to think maybe the tree of love just wasn't meant for me to climb.

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