“You don’t need to buy her expensive things or take her out to dinner every night or even every weekend.  You don’t need to give her the world.  She wants the little things.  If you make her feel that she is your priority.  Or if you randomly kiss her cheek.  Or text her randomly saying you miss her.  Or saying I love you beautiful.  Or good morning beautiful then that’s all she cares about.  She wants the little things.  She cares way more about that, than anything else.”


“One day it just clicks.  You realize what’s important and what isn’t.  You learn to care less about what other people think of you and more about what you think of yourself.  You realize how far you’ve come and you remember when you thought things were such a mess that you would never recover.  And you smile.  You smile because you are truly proud of yourself and the person you’ve fought to become.”


“There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”


“Call me at 4am.  Wake me up.  I don’t care, I just want to hear your voice.  Tell me about the bad dream you had, tell me why you can’t fall asleep.  Tell me why you prefer to talk at night, or why the words only come spilling from your mouth when you think no one is listening.

I am here.  I will listen to you when your shoulders feel heavy; I will hear your words when you feel so crushingly small.  I will sit with you in silence when you are slumped against your pillow.  I know your sadness is not beautiful, I know it is overwhelming and destructive and ugly.  I know you feel powerless and redundant.

So call me at 4am.  I prefer you over sleep any day.  Don’t sit there on your own.  Talk to me. I love you and I care.”

~S. Zhao (via blossomfully)