- things are sweeter when they're lost. i know—because once i wanted something and got it. it was the only thing i ever wanted badly. and when i got it it turned to dust in my hands.
- when you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. all you notice is the person who doesn't.
- in a sense, i'm the one who ruined me: i did it myself.
- i still love the people i've loved, even if i cross the street to avoid them.
- i wish i had a someone who would observe me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.
- i learned the hard way that i cannot always count on others to respect my feelings - even if i respect theirs. being a good person doesn't guarantee that others will be good people. you only have control over yourself and how you choose to be as a person. as for others, you can only choose to accept them or walk away.
- i'd write love poems to the parts of yourself you cannot stand.
- i bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we'd only find yours.
- and then i felt sad because i realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. you wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.
- forgetting isn't enough. you can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. bit they will keep floating back, again and again and again. yhey circle you, like sharks. until, unless something, someone? can do more than just cover the wound.
- the way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
- look at you. you're young. and you're scared. why are you so scared? stop being paralyzed. stop swallowing your words. stop caring what other people think. wear what you want. say what you want. listen to the music you want to listen to. play it loud as fuck and dance to it. go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. stop waiting for friday. live now. do it now. take risks. tell secrets. this life is yours. when are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?
- in the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. there just has to be someone who wants to.
- long after you've forgotten someone's voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. you can feel it in your body.
- i'd try to explain that it's not really negativity or sadness anymore, it's more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can't feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you're horribly bored and lonely.
- stop comparing where you're at with where everyone else is. it doesn't move you farther ahead, improve your situation, or help you find peace. it just feeds your shame, fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. the reality is that there is no one correct path in life. everyone has their own unique journey. a path that's right for someone else won't necessarily be a path that's right for you. and that's okay. your journey isn't right or wrong, or good or bad. it's just different. your life isn't meant to look like anyone else's because you aren't like anyone else. you're a person all your own with a unique set of goals, obstacles, dreams, and needs. so stop comparing, and start living. you may not have ended up where you intended to go. but trust, for once, that you have ended up where you needed to be. trust that you are in the right place at the right time. trust that your life is enough. trust that you are enough.
- i suppose it's a comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse damage to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.
- one of the most tragic things i know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. we are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
- what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? i think and think and think. i've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
jun 10 2013 ∞
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