balletintheclouds:

Piglet: How do you spell Love?

Pooh: You don’t spell it. You feel it.

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fuckyeahhappy:

“Cinderella walked on broken glass, Sleeping beauty let her whole life pass by, Belle fell in love with a beast, Pocahontas risked her life for a feast, Jasmine could have had anyone but she chose a poor man, and Ariel, she walked on land.” 

So many people dislike fairytales because it makes us believe in love, believe that a prince will swoop down and save us when something goes wrong. But I’ve come to realise that in every fairytale-like movie, every girl took a risk. Took a risk for love, took a risk in the name of love. 

So, how do we know if our own fairytale won’t really happen if we don’t try, if we stop believing in love? 
 
I know it’s hard for some of you to put down their guard and to learn to trust someone else sometimes. I know because I’ve been through it. People like us, we distance ourselves from people we genuinely like just because we are afraid to get hurt. But does building up these walls ultimately saves us from hurting? 

It doesn’t. 

We’ve got to know that these people, the people we are blocking out because of our own insecurities, will leave someday too. Leave for something better. Everyone will cause you pain and hurt and tears, but you have to decide who’s worth it. And when you make that decision, happiness will come to you. =)

written by Aizhen

ariellejuanito:

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omgg! i absolutely love this. this combines my two passions. crocheting and doggies. and my first dog was a boston terrier just like this one! thnx kmah u made me smile big. :)

flizzieballs:

kinakita:

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i wish eartha had tumblr

she does! i hope she sees this!

intimacy vs. isolation. according to erickson I’m in a very pivotal crossroads in my life. I find myself more and more closing myself off to the world. It’s so easy to close my door, turn on a rerun of Sex and the City and imagine how I want my life to be. I find myself at a turning point. I miss the order of knowing. I knew what I was going to do. I had a plan. Now that I’ve graduated, found a job, not one that I love btw, I question, “is this really it?” Is life just a succession of monotonous work days with rare occurences of a day or two off with friends that you consider your closest, who you only see once in a couple months that soon turn into a couple years. I suppose life is what you make it, but it’s so easy to close that door, to let the stress of life close yourself off to all the experiences that you want to fulfill and the type of relationships and life that you want to have. After work I just want to hide myself under my blankets and live inside my head. It’s easier than actually taking the risk, but definately not as fulfilling. I feel predisposed to a life alone. I feel my antisocial behaviors taking over. So much energy is required in going out, meeting people and especially putting my heart on the line again. After my past relationship, I feel cold. I feel like my ability to love another person the same way got sucked right out of me. It’s almost October again and nothing has changed. A year almost passed and I’m unsure the cause for this “relationship isolation.” An opportunity has arisen to settle. Is settling the solution to intimacy? Maybe for 90 percent of the population. Do I really want to be part of the 90 percent? I mean I could be happy, but then I’ll always wonder if there could have been more. Definately at a weird place in my life.