chats with the cosmic universe
Your question: how do i find the patience to keep her?
My answer: She’s afraid of her love for you.
Your question: how do i show her it’s not that scary?
My answer: We wanted to listen… I wanted to believe, but the tools had been taken away.
Your question: how do i make new tools?
My answer: Do not vomit unless you are sick.
Your question: i am not sick.
My answer: That doesn’t sound too hard.
Your question: why am i not satisfied by not too hard?
My answer: You enjoy the company of other people.
Your question: will it be different with her?
My answer: You will stop at nothing to reach your objective, but only because your brakes are defective.
Your question: i know where i am, but what is her objective?
My answer: Life is hard and then you retire.
Your question: so this is our time for things to be hard?
My answer: Today’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why. — Hunter S. Thompson
Your question: i bet she’d agree with that.
My answer: Scully: What’s going on here Mulder? Mulder: Something cosmic.
The Crystal Ball has spoken.
I don’t think feelings change, not people. I think situations change. I know that it’s possible to dislike someone after loving them so much or to love someone after feeling so much hate towards them but, it’s not because people change, it’s because it’s not the same anymore. It’s because something made you think differently, something opened your eyes, something caused you to see everyday the way it is at last. It’s like days. Days can be cloudy, or days can be sunny but days don’t change, the weather does. And nothing can play a part in that or fix that, they can just let it be.
written by Unknown (via slapping)
(Source: slapping, via anothernotch-onmybelt)
I wish somebody had told me that loving people, knowing how to love those people, and those people loving you back were three entirely different things.
written by Della Hicks-Wilson (via yesdarlingido)
(Source: psych-facts, via talkmoregentle)
car sleeping but at least it’s not all due tomorrow
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
written by Andrea Gibson, Slip Your Mind (via larmoyante)