“Actions speak louder than words.”
I think is my favorite quote, because its the most relevant to life. Words can be seemingly gorgeous dripping off a persons lips, but when their actions don’t show what they said is when the heart truly feels its breaking. So many people say beautiful things, but show you nothing but ugliness. I’m learning to not trust anyone’s words, and to only trust their actions.

The first is when someone is reckless with your heart, and it breaks, and shatters in ways you never thought possible. 

The second is when you break someone’s heart, because you’ll never know pain like the type that has you look into their eyes, but they look away. 

And the third? The worst kind of heartbreak? Is the kind that comes along when you have to watch the person you’re in love with be happy, and in love, with someone else. 

And if what they say is true, that you spend your whole life rewriting the first poem you’ve ever loved, then it must also be true, that you spend your whole life trying to relive the first love you ever felt. 

How jealous I am of the words that have the pleasure of dancing on your tongue at 2 in the morning as you mumble your nightmares in your sleep. 

How I envy the water that runs down the canyons of your back as your skin glistens in the shower. 

Most of all, I loath the pain that swims around inside of your head; or how I am constantly wishing it were in, instead of you. 

It’s saddening when someone is perfect for you, but not perfect at this very moment. 
Makes time go slower, and the heart ache a lot more painful.

It is also sad when you’re the reason a friend turned into a bad person,
“Something inside your friend triggered that behavior. I don’t recommend seeing her anymore. At least until we figure out what it is that triggered this behavior. That way in future en-devours you’ll be able to recognize it before it happens again. For the time being, it’s best, for your guys’ safety, to stay away from each other.” 

Life; why you so complicated?

On the bright side.. My friend finally met my ‘babies.’ Even better? She loved them, and they love her. Thumbs up, kid. 

peachesandrainbows:

‘Live Your Life’. Yuna. 

I love this song. <3

peachesandrainbows:

Amen.

(Source: the-healing-nest)

This is a sad, true story of a love that was found, and a love that was abruptly stolen right from under her nose. 09-16-2011

Olivia, a well-rounded, middle aged Hispanic woman, met the handsome and wealthy Henry one day while out dancing in a local Latin club in downtown LA. Henry laid eyes on Olivia and instantly fell in love with her. Her beauty radiated through her smooth dancing, and her smile just about blinded Henry. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of her,

“Can I dance with you, lady?” He asked Olivia.

Of course she said yes. The way he presented himself and smiled at her so handsomly made it so she couldn’t refuse him. Henry took Olivias hand in his own and pulled her gently close to his fit body. From that moment on they never left each others side.

Years and years passed as the two lived happily. Olivias children and family fell in love with Henry. Ana, Olivias youngest daughter, even called him Dad and held a special place in her heart for him. Everything was perfect. Olivia couldn’t be more happy with her life. She had a house, a job as a stay at home mom and house wife, happy children, and a handsome man that loved and cherished her more than he did himself. Henry took care of them all. He worked long hard days so he could get his family what they needed and what they all wanted. Everything was perfect.

One tragic, unforeseen moment twelve years later poisoned Olivias life, and the very lives of her family, forever.

Henry became sick while at work and was taken to the hospital. The hospital called Olivia and she was instantly at his side. She looked at her handsome love and saw his weak body deteriorate right before her eyes.

Olivia stayed with him, holding onto his once rough hands tightly throughout the night. Nurses came in and out of the room taking down some of his vitals. Each time they came in their faces grew more and more grave. Henry was getting worse as each second passed by. Yet Olivia still prayed to the God she believed in to give Henry all her strength to survive; even if it meant killing herself for him to get it.

The third night came around and Olivia was still with Henry. She didn’t show up for work, she didn’t call her family and she never once went home. Olivias heart ached more and more as each sun set. Olivia didn’t eat nor did she drink. She rarely left to even go to the restroom. Nothing could pull her away from her slowly breaking heart dying right before her eyes, “Take care of yourself, my dear. You will never realize how much I truly love you.” Henry whispered hoarsely. He smiled when tears fell down Olivias cheek, “Ah, you are so beautiful when you cry. If only the circumstances were in our favor for your tears, but behold, they are not.” “Oh Henry. I love you.” Olivia forged a sad smile as more tears came out, “And I will always love you, Olivia, in this life and the next.”

Henry was only getting worse. On the fifth night Olivia nodded off into a deep sleep. She was slowly awaken by a constant beep and the shuffling of many feet around her. Her eyes fluttered open when she realized what the commotion was about,

“Henry” his name escaped through her frowned lips as a whisper.

The nurses crowded Henry and shouted words to each other that Olivia couldn’t fully understand. The doctor came in and took Henry’s pulse while the nurses continued their work. He whispered, “Time of death…”

“No!!!” Olivia screamed.

Everyone in the room froze in fear and stared at the frightened woman whose heart just died with Henry,

“No, my Henry!” She screamed as tears streamed down her grief stricken face.

She rushed to his dead body, but the nurses grabbed her and held her back. She fought and screamed for them to let her go. She jabbed them both in the gut and they dropped her to the floor. The other nurses started for Olivia, but the doctors words stopped them,

“Leave her be. We don’t understand the pain she’s in.”

The nurses slowly left the room as the doctor took a seat in the corner,

“Why did you have to leave me, Henry?” Olivia cried.

Words were hard to come by through her fierce tears and sobs. She held onto Henry’s hand and cried. Her cries turned physically painful. Olivia couldn’t breathe. She leaned over Henry’s chillingly dead body and cried even louder,

“Why Henry, why?” She kissed his hand tenderly, “I loved you so much and I know you loved me. I’m never going to find anyone that loved me so.”

Layers upon layers of tears covered her face and dripped down onto Henry’s limp hand. The doctor came up behind Olivia after calling a nurse in,

“It’s time to let him go, ma’am.”

Olivia turned around and shouted, “No! You’re not going to take me away from him. I want to stay here with him.” Her crying increased, “let me die with him, please.” She whispered into her desde husbands chest.

The doctor looked at the nurse and shook his head. The nurse pulled out a syringe and walked up to Olivia. The nurse took Olivias arm and injected her with a heavy sedative, “Oh Henry. I loved you so much. I’m never going to find someone who loved me as much as you did. Why did you have to leave? I loved you so much…” Olivia started to fall asleep with every word that left her lips. “Let me go with him..” she whispered before falling asleep, “just let me go…”

Four years later:

Olivia lost her entire way of living after her Henry died. Her home, her car, her family. Everything she once had disappeared when Henry died. She lives with her youngest daughter now. She sits and watches television all day long drinking beer after beer. Her body is old and worn. Her eyes are always sad now. Her lips never turn up into a smile. When she speaks she slurs her words. This woman we see now has no resemblance to the happy, beautiful woman described above, “That woman is dead now.” Olivia whispers angrily, “she is gone forever.”

Olivia turned into an unreconizable drunk after Henry died, “I do it to remember him. To remember and see my beloved Henry.”

Since his death she refuses to sleep in a bedroom, “Henry told me he would protect me through the night. Who’s going to protect me now? Why would I want to sleep in a place where he isn’t there next to me protecting me at night?”

Olivias daughter comes home and hears her crying to the stars every night, “Henry. I loved you so much. Why did you have to leave me? I loved you so, so much. I miss you, Henry. I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without you.”

Olivia now lives in a world where love dwells in nothing but pain and sorrow,

“Oh Henry. I will always love you, in this life and the next.”

the saddest part is that its true. As much as I loathe the person who it revels around, I can’t help but to cherish the love her mom feels for Henry. Their story is truly of a remarkably painful love that can define a generation. So sad.

black-tangled-heart:

Book Of Life

by David Kracov

(Source: arpeggia)

I can’t help but to think.. what would I be without this weirdo standing with me in this picture? Would I still be the same person I am now? Probably not. This boy has done nothing but mold me into a better person day by day. He takes care of me when I need it, nails me out of tough situations, and pampers me to death. He tells it to me straight when I need to hear it and doesn’t sugar coat it when I’m wrong in something. He’s the one thing in my life that I feel that I need. We may argue, and I may get annoyed by him sometimes, but no matter what happens I always want him with me in life. He will always be there for me and I will for him. My love bug of a little brutha <3 he is simply amazing aspect to my life.