juansendizon:

“You are never too old to do something great. Whether you are 24, 36 or 67 it’s never too late to live a life that you’re proud of. It’s never too late to start over to be what you might have been. It’s never too late to wake up one day and make a conscious decision to change and to be whoever you want to be and the perfect time to be that better person you’re capable of being is in the here and now. Today focus on what could be instead of what could’ve been. Today focus on this words and know deep inside your heart that it’s never too late to do things differently if you weren’t happy with the person you were yesterday. Remember: As long as you are breathing—it is never too late. It’s never too late to follow your dreams. Shoot for the stars. It’s never too late to believe in yourself. It’s never too late to be a musician or a poet or whatever it is you want to do. It’s never too late to change the road you’re on. It’s never too late to create your own path to success. People may think you’re crazy but always bear in mind that the greatest people in history have always been misunderstood. It’s never too late to follow your curiosity. Learning new things changes your brain. Reading for at least half an hour a day will help you become wiser thus making you adapt to making better choices so you don’t stay stuck for too long. Idleness is the killer for your thirst for knowledge. It’s never too late exert effort for your growth. It’s never too late to follow your love for yourself. Live a life filled with adventure. Be a child again and be happy without reason. Love as though you’ve never been wounded. Let go of expectation and just go with the flow as you start a new chapter. Express what you truly feel for the people you love like it’s the last time for you never know when’s the last time. Stay strong and most importantly—stay alive. For it’s never too late to live your life in a way you never could’ve imagined it and leave nothing behind.”

— Juansen Dizon, It’s Never Too Late

juansendizon:

“You are never too old to do something great. Whether you are 24, 36 or 67 it’s never too late to live a life that you’re proud of. It’s never too late to start over to be what you might have been. It’s never too late to wake up one day and make a conscious decision to change and to be whoever you want to be and the perfect time to be that better person you’re capable of being is in the here and now. Today focus on what could be instead of what could’ve been. Today focus on this words and know deep inside your heart that it’s never too late to do things differently if you weren’t happy with the person you were yesterday. Remember: As long as you are breathing—it is never too late. It’s never too late to follow your dreams. Shoot for the stars. It’s never too late to believe in yourself. It’s never too late to be a musician or a poet or whatever it is you want to do. It’s never too late to change the road you’re on. It’s never too late to create your own path to success. People may think you’re crazy but always bear in mind that the greatest people in history have always been misunderstood. It’s never too late to follow your curiosity. Learning new things changes your brain. Reading for at least half an hour a day will help you become wiser thus making you adapt to making better choices so you don’t stay stuck for too long. Idleness is the killer for your thirst for knowledge. It’s never too late exert effort for your growth. It’s never too late to follow your love for yourself. Live a life filled with adventure. Be a child again and be happy without reason. Love as though you’ve never been wounded. Let go of expectation and just go with the flow as you start a new chapter. Express what you truly feel for the people you love like it’s the last time for you never know when’s the last time. Stay strong and most importantly—stay alive. For it’s never too late to live your life in a way you never could’ve imagined it and leave nothing behind.”

— Juansen Dizon, It’s Never Too Late

I Almost Did..

wnq-writers:

ive seen people flirt in ellipses. ive seen them write letters with words so less and i wonder how they never had the need to use parentheses. ive seen them fall in love with such ease, the same way the vowels roll out of my conscious tongue. ive seen lovers claim a little bit of sunshine just to write their names in bright yellows and moon kissed smiles. ive seen kids find the spark in each others touch and call it lightning. ive seen people fall in love with someone they saw for the first time and claim to be in love, the same way i claim to be in love with Saturn. ive seen love transude from their skin as they watch love fade out of their lovers hands. ive seen people build each other homes with apostrophes and semi colons in ink and paper. somewhere between the suffocating lines and pencil-thin pages they forgot that ink fades and the dwindling of words and evanescing color of blue is never enough for the wrist sized heart of ours. the naive child in me also tried falling in love once. but i could never flirt with words or gestures or anything less than fire. and tried is an understatement because i almost did. and if the word almost could make a noise, i bet it would sound like a heart breaking and the wind screaming to be forgiven by all the things it touched. i too once almost fell for a guy who i swore talks like sunshine himself. his hair reminded me of the salty zephyr and the brine struck sea. the sound of his smile could bring world peace, i swear. and everything about him was as magical as the dreams dream had. ive tried writing about him a million times and all the words and metaphors and syntax’s and languages seem to fall short. but anyway, i never really loved him. i just almost did.

- ayeshasyedaa 

Hope And Heartbreak

wnq-writers:

I’ve always wanted to talk about leaving, about forgetting, about Reminiscing, about the all the almosts I could never comprehend, about all the constellations I wanted to turn into ink, about forevers and nows and nevers and hows and everything as such. And about scars and healing and love and being loved. About leaves and falling and the rain. About fading sunsets and hearts breaking. About people. But no. For the first time in years, let’s talk about me. Let’s talk about how I’ve grown to love the colour yellow. How I’ve started to write now. Did you know that? I write now. I borrow words from magicians and pen them like they’ve always belonged to me .I’m a scam, I know. Let’s talk about how I only own one pair of shoes because i can never bring myself to leave. About how I know exactly the number of tiles on my bathroom floor and how I find myself feeling nothing most of the time. How i find myself begging all the people who I’ve pushed too hard to come back. In my dreams, I find myself talking to them. It’s like they never left. That’s the thing. They never did. I did. Let’s talk about how I lost myself at the sea and I’m the only one looking. I’m begging for validation and a hand to hold. Did you know I use to like mirrors? I use to like photographs. Mostly, the ones that I am in. Remembering the girl who loved photographs is like remembering the dead. On most nights I find myself getting nearer to the ground to hear the dead girl who is now 6 feet under. I sometimes press my ears for too long and too hard and I still hear no sign of her. I guess I really did lose her at sea. She use to like jeans and shirts and short hair and the colour purple. She liked the leaves and people, the dead girl. Sometimes, only sometimes, if you look at the stars for too long and try to catch the sun in your hands too hard, you’ll find her in fleeting glimpses. You can find the dead girl in a pink shirt and black shorts with messy hair and a camera and a liking for mirrors and the girl did not cry, you see. She wasn’t a pessimist either. She loved life and she loved people and she loved herself. I too sometimes find the dead girl when I look in the mirror or look at the sea in my dreams. Or maybe no. Maybe the girl who loved photographs isn’t dead after all. Maybe she’s just lost at the sea.

- hopeandheartbreak

liebeficktunsalle:

Immer wieder lese ich, dass jemand einer Person das Herz gebrochen wurde. Sie leidet dann zum Beispiel unter starken Selbstzweifeln, Panikattacken oder Suizidgedanken. Oft werde ich dann gefragt, wie man diese Zeit übersteht oder ob sie überhaupt nicht mehr vorbei gehen wird. Lasst euch gesagt sein, dass diese Zeit vorübergeht. Die ständigen Schmerzen und die Tränen werden eines Tages aufhören. So blöd es auch klingen mag, doch die Zeit heilt Wunden. Natürlich nicht von heute auf morgen. Man muss an sich selbst arbeiten, damit das Sprichwort wahr wird. Man darf nicht jeden Tag beispielsweise den Chat mit der verlorenen Person lesen oder sich gemeinsame Fotos ansehen. Dadurch wird es nie besser werden können.
Mein Tipp ist dagegen so gut wie dauerhafte Ablenkung. Treibt Sport, trefft euch mit Freunden, geht einfach raus und verlasst euer Zimmer. Das Leben ist schön. Zwar nicht immer, aber es ist schön. Negative Dinge wird man immer finden, doch mit Sicherheit genauso viele positive. Eines Tages wird alles wieder gut werden.