Emily Dickinson. She Gets It.

emily dickinson. she gets it.

i just want to help people. if i cannot help people then how will i help myself? helping people, helps me. it makes me think less about myself and also makes me feel a little better about myself because i'm helping someone. but also how will i help others if i cannot even help myself? really, it's an endless loop. in the end i will always pick the selfless option. help someone else's heart. i shall not live in vain. maybe one day some one will come around and mend my heart. as i have done for others.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 - nina's book nook 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

i'm just gonna leave this here. (this is the best comic strip ever drawn, thank you, alice oseman.)

i believe my soul purpose in life is to yap. yapping is the only thing that makes my life bearable. i live to yap. who wants to be yapping partners? ❤︎

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 - nina's book nook 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

10/10 - A story about my boyfriend. This is a true story, I just added poetic effects to it and made it more "story-like".

He jokes with me. “You’re like a 10/10 and I’m a 3/10.” Whether he truly thinks this or not, it hurts me. He is one of the most beautiful boys I have ever seen. “I think you are a 10.” I reply. “Really?” He asks. He acts as though I don’t tell him he’s beautiful everyday. “Yes, I mean, maybe not to others.” I say this because I know people have not thought of him as a beautiful person, not like I have at least. I get it. Sometimes you don’t realise how beautiful someone truly is at first glance. There’s things about his appearance that people haven’t analysed as much as I have. No one has stared as deep into his eyes as I have. And certainly not for as long. No one has played with his hair like I have, massaging his head, feeling the softness of his hair and smelling the scent of coconuts that always makes its way to my nose. I don’t think anyone has seen his real and genuine smile either. I never saw this smile before we were close. But I am so grateful to have seen it now. When he smiles he looks as happy as a little kid that has just gotten exactly what they wanted after begging all day. The pure happiness of a child. His eyes squint so much, they’re practically closed and his lips curve upwards with this look of playfulness. It is so cute. I’ve never seen someone my age smile with such cheerfulness. It looks so.. real. It sounds cheesy but when I see that smile - that real smile - it makes me think everything in my life is perfect. If I can witness this boy- this masked, distant, secluded boy be happy then nothing can be wrong. And what makes everything even more beautiful is that I am making this boy smile that way. Occasionally when I tell him how much I love him, I see his eyes tear up a little and his smile turn upside-down. He looks so warm and precious and it makes me want to protect him no matter the cost. I have also seen him cry. He looks so small when he cries, even though he is a full head taller than me. He looks so soft and sweet and precious. Maybe he seems so small because he has let his guard down. He doesn’t have to be bigger anymore. He can be looked after. I can look after him. This makes me want to hold him forever and never let go. The reason for his crying is usually me. I am already crying and that makes him cry. The sensitivity and the way he cares is more beautiful than anything. I never thought a boy would sit in front of me and cry because he couldn’t help but crumble completely when I cried. His feature I have analysed the most are his eyes. A soft blue, surrounded by a darker blue with a spot of yellow indicated on just one of his eyes. These eyes paint a picture in my mind. When I stare long enough I start to see a riverbank. The river is the same colour as his eyes. A soft, light blue with a mix of green. His eyelashes morph into trees that surround the river bank. The trees are tall and they are beautiful. Trees that are untouched. The river bank is a secluded area. Only I have seen the beautiful bank for what it is worth. Some may think it is just a body of water but to me it is a streaming river of life. The sun shines through the trees and leaves a reflection on the water. As I step closer to the trickling water, I see myself. I am smiling. And then I am back in a room staring at the boy I love, and he is staring back at me. If that isn’t beautiful then I don’t know what is.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 - nina's book nook 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

I think that actually my biggest take from the Osemanverse is this; everything's gonna be ok. Life's not shiny and perfect, but somehow it works out. I need to be reminded of that everyday.