"After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn."
I was so empty
Before you awoke me
Lived in transgression
Destroying all I stood for
A world of spreading disease
Legs up for infidelity
The force feed of their stiffened sickness
The promised hiding their rings
To suck down some of the things
That cheat this world into lovelessness
All the pain in this world won’t stop us now
For we have each other
All the hate in this world can’t tear us apart
This love is forever
In arms we’ll turn away
From their ways
We’ll live like no other
Together we’re hope
The only thing that matters
"nothing will ruin your 20s more than thinking you should have your life together already."
Lee Min Ho KDrama’s
- Boys Over Flowers
- Personal Taste
- City Hunter
- Faith/The Great Doctor
- The Heirs
(Source: wayoffkorea, via yhleeminho)
I wish I had someone to talk to
I am not certain if you recall, but I remember a time when you called me “baby” in your low hum of a morning voice. A time when you promised me that “forever” was a word not far from our vocabulary. You fell in love with a writer, and I warned you about this. I romanticize my heartbreaks, and my sadness on account of your leaving. I am not writing this letter in order to blame you for what happened, because I certainly would not have handled me very well either, but perhaps you once saw a sparkle in my insanity, a spark in my electricity that you believed you could seek out and explode with, causing one electric current we could both swim together. I am sorry for how things ended, though I would not change a thing. You taught me how to fall for someone, how to break down every cell in my body for another person’s happiness, how to prove love everyday, how to take everything personally, how to get hurt, and most importantly, how to heal. So I thank you for that. I am writing you this at 1:00 pm, and I’m sitting in the well-lit kitchen drinking the iced tea you used to love, trapped inside of the body which you once shared those same feelings for. I understand that our one-year anniversary of not speaking is arising and you have probably forgotten how it tastes to speak my name, but I felt it only proper to reach out. So, whenever it is you read this letter, know you are probably on my mind.