Sylwia Kimla


They say “opposites attract” but I think people like us fall in love with people like us. We fall in love with ourselves. I think it takes more than just anyone to be with one of us. We see the deeper parts of people. We long for their souls, for their garden of thoughts, for feeling their backbone, their spine, inhaling the words they breathe. We see more in people because of what we know ourselves. I think we fall in love with people like us, people with beautiful words, and thoughts, and glances at strangers and artistry. We can’t just wake up in the morning and go to work. We want to lie in bed, count the freckles on our shoulders, how many times a raindrop hits the window. We breathe differently. We strive off of beauty, that’s why we can’t settle for just anyone who’s different. There’s got to be a person we find beauty in. Who thinks, and feels, and wonders as remarkably as we sometimes do. I think we fall into people who are a lot like us because they understand, appreciate, relate, and know the way we experience and feel. And I think that’s important. They say opposites attract, like magnets, they’re pulled, from different places, ending up together. But we don’t need opposites, or magnetic force. We’re on the same side, north or south. We don’t need to be pulled together. We’re already there. You know what hurts the most about a broken heart? Not being able to remember how you felt before. Try to keep that feeling. Because if it goes, you'll never get it back. i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) Here. You’re hole that fits mine. The moment I saw you, I knew it’d be the closest I’d get to being… close. I didn’t know what to do with that feeling. Happiness. zawsze jesteśmy proszeni o zrozumienie czyjegoś punktu widzenia nieważne jak przestarzałego głupiego czy nieznośnego ktoś jest proszony o pokazanie ich całkowitego błędu i zmarnowanego życia z grzecznością zwłaszcza gdy mają swoje lata ale wiek jest sumą naszych poczynań zestarzeli się źle ponieważ żyli bez skupienia nie chcieli widzieć nie ich wina? więc czyja? moja? jestem proszony o ukrywanie mojego punktu widzenia przed nimi ze strachu przed ich strachem wiek nie jest zbrodnią ale wstyd rozmyślnie zmarnowanego życia wśród tylu rozmyślnie zmarnowanych żyć jest

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