“the only people that are happy are those at Hougang St 51. they act how they want, say what they want, be what they want. when you scream at them, they’ll smile back, when you smile at them, they’ll smile back, when you cry in front of them, they’ll smile back. they, are the only ones, who are truly happy.”—0088 cab driver.
it’s funny. how people read into your posts as if they know what’s happening in your life. they make their own assumptions to create a picture of what they’re doing and if they’re seeing someone, if at all. gotta give it to them, you guys should be marketing managers.
the feeling of an immense expanse, of a silence so wonderfully calm, the hesitation and desire in a kiss, the hugs from the back with their hands reaching for the hip bone and face along the neck, the anticipation of a extreme amusement ride, the uncontrollable laughter you incite through something you said in someone you adore and don’t feel good enough for, the smell of coffee brewing, the sounds of the waves, sentimental conversations, anticipated instant messenger alerts and trigger songs, looking good in the mirror without clothes, a clean toilet, a fully charged electronic device, a very quick operating system, space for everything, the feeling of acceptance and embracing of your personality by the people you adore, making men self conscious, freedom without abandonment, to dream without restraint, people who don’t have to brag at other people’s expense, perfect vision and feeling genuinely happy from within.
“you say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
you say that you love the sun, but you find the shadow spot when the sun
shines. you say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when
wind blows. this is why i am afraid, you say that you love me too.”—William Shakespeare (via tolovewithambiguity)