Love Is A Gift, But Kinda Scary

Madhuri:

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Originally posted on The Atidecrem Life Project:

20140730-162530.jpgThanks to Bodymindspirit1021 via instagram for sharing this image. I had to regram it!

“Everyone is scared of being the one who cares too much, love too much – this is why relationships fall apart.”

How true is this? Love is a gift, but it is also kinda scary.

I, for one, have the capacity to love and care deeply and that is especially scary to me. We need to learn for ourselves how to feel safe and secure to care and love deeply, regardless of the outcome.

To share love is a beautiful gift. To share love unconditionally is the ultimate gift–certainly to the other person, but more so as a gift to our own selves.

It means that our hearts have expanded and we have become aware of love and the connection we all share with each other.

This gift makes us more empathetic, kind, grateful to one…

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QOTD: Just once…

Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill… to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.  – Murakami

Its a weird type of sadness when someone else takes the words out of your heart and puts it out on paper. Its almost painful when they say it before you…

Just once…. *sigh*

xo

And still I rise…

Still I rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
Just ’cause I walk as if I have oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like suns and like moons,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hope springing high,
Still I rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Don’t take it so hard
Just ’cause I laugh as if I have gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You can shoot me with your words,
You can cut me with your lies,
You can kill me with your hatefulness,
But just like life, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness offend you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance as if I have diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past rooted in pain
I rise
A black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling, I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak miraculously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the hope and the dream of the slave.
And so, naturally,

There I go rising.

-Maya Angelou

xo

Say cheese!!!

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Found this photo on my phone a the most perfect moment.. Lately everything has been too hectic, work pressures are high, haven’t met my best friend in weeks, cause she’s busy too. Everything seems to have settled into a mundane routine, no time to even write a proper post…

And then I found this!

It reminds me of one of my favorite sports moments captured in a photo! On match day, 21st April, 2014, this guy, Mikel Arteta lost his tooth during the game and still smiled, this big bloody toothy grin! I mean, seriously, how cute is this guy!!!

Fun fact: Arsenal won that game! :D *claps*

Its literally these small things that stay with me for the longest time…

Often times life may knock you down, even break your teeth, Smile anyway…

Until next time,

Counting my blessings..

xo