Where Strangers Meet...





“If it’s contrived, it’s not sexy. Sexy is when you laugh uncontrollably with a mouthful of coffee. Or when your eyes reveal exactly what you’re feeling when you look at someone you painfully desire. It’s when your hair falls across your mouth as you’re turning over in bed. Or when you’re sitting quietly on the couch absorbed in a good book with your hair in a messy up-do, glasses on your nose, no make-up and wearing thick, wooly socks that were stolen from his drawer. It’s springtime when you’re both pottering around in the vegetable patch and the afternoon sun hits your squinting eyes. It’s your distinguishable giggle from across the table at a noisy dinner party. It’s the tear glistening in the corner of your eye when you’re trying to be strong. It’s coming back from a run with pink cheeks and sweat at your temples. It’s responding to your lover’s passion with equal fervour. That, is damn sexy.” - Amalia

If it’s contrived, it’s not sexy. Sexy is when you laugh uncontrollably with a mouthful of coffee. Or when your eyes reveal exactly what you’re feeling when you look at someone you painfully desire. It’s when your hair falls across your mouth as you’re turning over in bed. Or when you’re sitting quietly on the couch absorbed in a good book with your hair in a messy up-do, glasses on your nose, no make-up and wearing thick, wooly socks that were stolen from his drawer. It’s springtime when you’re both pottering around in the vegetable patch and the afternoon sun hits your squinting eyes. It’s your distinguishable giggle from across the table at a noisy dinner party. It’s the tear glistening in the corner of your eye when you’re trying to be strong. It’s coming back from a run with pink cheeks and sweat at your temples. It’s responding to your lover’s passion with equal fervour. That, is damn sexy. - Amalia

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— 2 days ago with 1 note
#inspiration  #sexy is content  #love 
I am getting on just fine with life. Sometimes the pain sleeps, sometimes it wakes up and screams into that hollow space that I never imagine would exist inside my body. But I am trying to study my pain, to stare at it for hours picking up its habit and hoping to find a way for us to bond and be friends, because I know that I will find joy in moments that I would never think are joyous.

I am getting on just fine with life. Sometimes the pain sleeps, sometimes it wakes up and screams into that hollow space that I never imagine would exist inside my body. But I am trying to study my pain, to stare at it for hours picking up its habit and hoping to find a way for us to bond and be friends, because I know that I will find joy in moments that I would never think are joyous.

— 1 week ago with 3 notes
#writing  #me crazy  #hanoi social club  #life 
I want to dig a hole on the ground and bury my stumbling heart in silence. Nothing good comes easy. Nothing good gets away. But for a very long time I have been asking myself the question “where is he?”. Maybe that’s him? Ah no, I was wrong. And every day my heart grows a little heavier and heavier, to a point where I am afraid I would either take anyone, or no one at all.

I can’t understand.
I want to dig a hole on the ground and bury my stumbling heart in silence. Nothing good comes easy. Nothing good gets away. But for a very long time I have been asking myself the question “where is he?”. Maybe that’s him? Ah no, I was wrong. And every day my heart grows a little heavier and heavier, to a point where I am afraid I would either take anyone, or no one at all.
I can’t understand.

— 2 weeks ago with 1 note
#writing  #the virgin suicides  #where is the love 
“You wrote down all these things to say goodbye to. But so many of them are good things. Why not just say goodbye to the bad things? Say goodbye to all the times you felt lost. To all the times that was a ‘no’ instead of a ‘yes’. To all the scrapes and bruises. To all the heartache. Say goodbye to everything you really want to do for the last time.”

You wrote down all these things to say goodbye to. But so many of them are good things. Why not just say goodbye to the bad things? Say goodbye to all the times you felt lost. To all the times that was a ‘no’ instead of a ‘yes’. To all the scrapes and bruises. To all the heartache. Say goodbye to everything you really want to do for the last time.

— 3 weeks ago with 1 note
#himym  #photography  #olga onischenko  #say goodbye 




“In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside. I think in my own way I’m aware of this danger - probably through experience - and that’s why I’ve had to constantly keep my body in motion, in some cases pushing myself to the limit, in order to heal the loneliness I feel inside and to put it in perspective. Not so much as an intentional act, but as an instinctive reaction.”
- What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami

In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside. I think in my own way I’m aware of this danger - probably through experience - and that’s why I’ve had to constantly keep my body in motion, in some cases pushing myself to the limit, in order to heal the loneliness I feel inside and to put it in perspective. Not so much as an intentional act, but as an instinctive reaction.

- What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami

— 1 month ago with 3 notes
#book  #inspiration  #free people  #photography  #life 
I guess I was tired of waiting for romance to come, so I grasped at whatever I thought might be a premature birth of romance, some wistful sign of ‘the one’…
But I was wrong. I was in rush. I was clueless. I had no patience or any sense of direction. And for that very fact, I ended up hurting myself by trying to create a situation that reality would never accept.
So yes, he didn’t break my heart. I did it myself.

I guess I was tired of waiting for romance to come, so I grasped at whatever I thought might be a premature birth of romance, some wistful sign of ‘the one’…

But I was wrong. I was in rush. I was clueless. I had no patience or any sense of direction. And for that very fact, I ended up hurting myself by trying to create a situation that reality would never accept.

So yes, he didn’t break my heart. I did it myself.

— 1 month ago with 3 notes
#writing  #MA Fashion Photography  #romance  #me dummy 




Dear little boy,
You have this cheeky playful look that made me unsure whether I should talk to you at first. And when your stories began, I realized things might turn into another direction, as the appetizer became dessert while the main course was still a mystery. I loved it when you talked about your family and your eyes sparked with love, happiness, proud and even a little sadness. How you want to see the world, like I do. As strangers exchanging information, I knew I should be more skeptical, but I swallowed every words you said, because that is just the way I am. 
I enjoyed our long walks, and us stopping by every brightly lit real-estate companies to look at photos of fancy apartments and you would say ‘ah, it’s nice to dream’. I loved your woody smell. I realize it later that it is one of the candle smells I light every night before I go to bed. My heart fluttered when you said I belonged to the good, nice and interesting box if you had to label me. And you said, ‘it’s a good start.’
and then, you disappeared… did you run away? ah no, you walked away.
I knew there was nothing to expect from the beginning. I thought I could handle this easily, like the blink of an eye. But I overestimated myself.
I hate it when people don’t have the manner to say a proper goodbye, also hate myself for liking you a bit more than I was allowed to. Or maybe I just have this dumb luck with romance. 
So this is my goodbye to you and our briefly beautiful meetings. May you grow up and be a man.
— People are seasonal.

Dear little boy,

You have this cheeky playful look that made me unsure whether I should talk to you at first. And when your stories began, I realized things might turn into another direction, as the appetizer became dessert while the main course was still a mystery. I loved it when you talked about your family and your eyes sparked with love, happiness, proud and even a little sadness. How you want to see the world, like I do. As strangers exchanging information, I knew I should be more skeptical, but I swallowed every words you said, because that is just the way I am. 

I enjoyed our long walks, and us stopping by every brightly lit real-estate companies to look at photos of fancy apartments and you would say ‘ah, it’s nice to dream’. I loved your woody smell. I realize it later that it is one of the candle smells I light every night before I go to bed. My heart fluttered when you said I belonged to the good, nice and interesting box if you had to label me. And you said, ‘it’s a good start.’

and then, you disappeared… did you run away? ah no, you walked away.

I knew there was nothing to expect from the beginning. I thought I could handle this easily, like the blink of an eye. But I overestimated myself.

I hate it when people don’t have the manner to say a proper goodbye, also hate myself for liking you a bit more than I was allowed to. Or maybe I just have this dumb luck with romance.

So this is my goodbye to you and our briefly beautiful meetings. May you grow up and be a man.

People are seasonal.

— 1 month ago with 1 note
#writing  #where is the love  #letter  #i need romance 
There are many moments in your life that someday you are going to forget. 
 
The day you decided to cut your hair because your head felt heavy. 
The afternoon you went for a bike ride because you thought it would be a long snowy winter.
The late night apple crumble you made because your belly was making lousy noise you couldn’t sleep.
The first song you learned in kindergarten, the first poem you tried to write, the first time you secretly drank your daddy’s beer, the first compliment you received from a guy, the first time you realized you made your mom cry…
 
Those moments are so small that you think they are not important and you take them for granted. But all those small little moments will remind you of who you used to be. Isn’t it amazing to see how you have progressed in your life, not necessarily through how you got our dream job, but through the way you used to comb your messy long hair every morning and suddenly it was too short you didn’t even bother to do anything?

There are many moments in your life that someday you are going to forget.

 

The day you decided to cut your hair because your head felt heavy.

The afternoon you went for a bike ride because you thought it would be a long snowy winter.

The late night apple crumble you made because your belly was making lousy noise you couldn’t sleep.

The first song you learned in kindergarten, the first poem you tried to write, the first time you secretly drank your daddy’s beer, the first compliment you received from a guy, the first time you realized you made your mom cry…

 

Those moments are so small that you think they are not important and you take them for granted. But all those small little moments will remind you of who you used to be. Isn’t it amazing to see how you have progressed in your life, not necessarily through how you got our dream job, but through the way you used to comb your messy long hair every morning and suddenly it was too short you didn’t even bother to do anything?

— 2 months ago with 1 note
#writing  #yuvlai theis  #ma fashion photography  #how we grow 

My life in this famous, vibrant, multicultural and painfully expensive city has just begun. People from all over the world are trying to make a living here, hoping to establish a fruitful life that they can proudly tell their children and grandchildren many years later. I don’t think too far ahead or make a concrete plan because I know my impulsiveness often guides me to the very opposite direction. I take it as the day comes.
There were days when problems arrived non-stop, like a never-ending queue in Starbucks at nine o’clock in the morning. There were days when I felt the urge to explore this city as much as I could but ended up doing nothing, blaming the long dreadful hours at work had completely drained my energy. 
I love this beautiful city and according to many friends, strangers and acquaintances, family and relatives, I am living a dream. Yet they don’t know that this dream is making me bleed. I know that certain parts of me want to suck up the rich energy and dynamic cultures that this place can offer. At the same time, I feel terrified thinking that I could possibly become one of those people, who are running a marathon with time, having the fox’s mentality that the grape is sour, settling for something less, and thus, slowly converting their wonderful dreams into sombre realities. Time is a strange concept and I have never felt its powerful pressure like this before.

I refuse, refuse, refuse to be one of them. I have great fear, but fear is not an option. I would make things work in this place like I did somewhere else, even if it means I have to walk backward when everyone is running forward shooting cannon balls.

My life in this famous, vibrant, multicultural and painfully expensive city has just begun. People from all over the world are trying to make a living here, hoping to establish a fruitful life that they can proudly tell their children and grandchildren many years later. I don’t think too far ahead or make a concrete plan because I know my impulsiveness often guides me to the very opposite direction. I take it as the day comes.

There were days when problems arrived non-stop, like a never-ending queue in Starbucks at nine o’clock in the morning. There were days when I felt the urge to explore this city as much as I could but ended up doing nothing, blaming the long dreadful hours at work had completely drained my energy. 

I love this beautiful city and according to many friends, strangers and acquaintances, family and relatives, I am living a dream. Yet they don’t know that this dream is making me bleed. I know that certain parts of me want to suck up the rich energy and dynamic cultures that this place can offer. At the same time, I feel terrified thinking that I could possibly become one of those people, who are running a marathon with time, having the fox’s mentality that the grape is sour, settling for something less, and thus, slowly converting their wonderful dreams into sombre realities. Time is a strange concept and I have never felt its powerful pressure like this before.

I refuse, refuse, refuse to be one of them. I have great fear, but fear is not an option. I would make things work in this place like I did somewhere else, even if it means I have to walk backward when everyone is running forward shooting cannon balls.

— 2 months ago with 1 note
#writing  #note to myself  #london  #life 
Maybe sometimes we move too fast with our lives, bump into the other without stopping for a moment to apologize, take advantages of each other as long as our goals are met and our needs are fulfilled, then walk away as the season is over. We are careless. We want to have fun. We hurt each other without realizing that in the end we would perhaps end up hurting ourselves.

You and I are caught up in this world of oblivion, empty talks, lousy hours trying to present ourselves to the world that wouldn’t give a damn about who we really are.

So what are we doing here? What is this all about? How ironic we are.

Maybe sometimes we move too fast with our lives, bump into the other without stopping for a moment to apologize, take advantages of each other as long as our goals are met and our needs are fulfilled, then walk away as the season is over. We are careless. We want to have fun. We hurt each other without realizing that in the end we would perhaps end up hurting ourselves.

You and I are caught up in this world of oblivion, empty talks, lousy hours trying to present ourselves to the world that wouldn’t give a damn about who we really are.

So what are we doing here? What is this all about? How ironic we are.

— 2 months ago with 3 notes
#writing  #where is the love  #photography