Is it only me that sees we're products of society?

“I’m completely torn apart and miserable without your arms to hold me everyday.
I get this cold rush run through me every time I think of how we can’t talk as much as we used to.” (Someone very close to my heart said this to me last week.)

My life has flown by and I’m not even really paying attention.

Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow; me must fail in order to know. Sometimes our vision clears only after our eyes are washed clear with tears.

mynoisyheart:

hono-lulu:(via overflowing)

I don’t know what hurts worse: My head or my heart.

Of love

myserendipities:

lovebot:

havent-got-a-prayer:

Falling in love is a bit like falling asleep. The harder you try to drift into sleep, the more impossible the notion seems. But when you let go—pushing all thoughts of what you attend to accomplish with your face in the pillow and your limbs resting at your side—only then does sleep seem to come. You know when it is beginning to wrap itself around you; the feeling is unmistakeable and quite beautiful. Still, if you become too aware of the feeling it disappears completely and you are back where you started. The trick is to be aware of it just enough to enjoy it, and still let it take over without trying to interfere or speed it up.

It is much the same with falling in love. When we try to force it or make it happen on our own terms, it never goes the way we’d like it to. When thoughts of love are all that fill our mind, the actual thing has a way of avoiding us like the plague. But when our hearts are falling into that strange sensation which no one quite understands, we will know it. We will be able to tell. The trick is to enjoy it, but still keep a good distance. Let it happen as it will unfold, and not how you would prefer it to unfold. Love doesn’t seem to like it much when we step in to its affairs.