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Today is just another day of trying to get by without you.
If someone talks bad about us, we feel bad. If someone talks good about us we feel good. The question is ,Have we given our remote to others for the way we feel? Live your life in your way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You should be with a nice human boy. One who takes your orders and puts up with your demands. Someone who dedicates his life to keeping you safe and well fed. Someone who can make you happy. Someone you can be proud of.
depression: • i'm not happy • i'm so fucking irritable • i can never concentrate on anything • i can't make decisions for myself • i'm always to blame • i've lost interest everything • i avoid people • i isolate myself • i've self harmed • i cry alot
the saddest thing is to be a minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
It seems so simple now, but it took me a long time to figure out that happiness is experienced when we finally give ourselves permission to let go of the things that make us sad.
Before the battle they had been discussing whether there might be life after death, and Windham and Rochester had made a pact that if there was, the first to die would come back and tell the other. But, said Rochester, he [Windham] never did.
THE FLECKS OF MY ENEMY'S BLOOD THAT STAIN THIS SUIT. THEY'RE MY PRIDE AND JOY. "THIS SUIT LOOKS WHITE BECAUSE OF THE RED OF THE BLOOD ON IT." THAT'S WHY I FIGHT. FOR YOU BIG BRO. THE AWSOMELY INSANE. TO MAKE YOU AWSOMELY HAPPY... WHETHER AT AOGIRI OR AT GOAT, I'VE FOUGHT AT THE VERY FRONT LINES. ALL THE WAY. AND TOWARDS THE END, I EVEN LEARNED A FEW NEW WORDS. I HAD FUN. IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN A FEW MORE WORDS, I'D HAVE BEEN ABLE TO TALK TO YOU MORE, BIG BRO. I THINK ABOUT THAT SOMETIMES. I DON'T THINK JUST LIVING IS THAT BIG OF A DEAL. I REALLY BELIEVE I'LL BE ABLE TO SEE YOU IF I DIE. SO I'M NOT SCARED. DEATH ISN'T THAT BAD. I HATE THE FACT THAT I LOST, THOUGH BUT YOU KNOW, BRO. I... I'M NOT SAD AT ALL. NAKI
For some reason, I kept seeing it—it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina—a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, "pinging" pebbles at an empty can.
…He sounded as though he had just seen The Pokey Little Puppy meet the business end of The Little Engine That Could.
. . . you don’t need a happy ending to move onto a happy beginning.
Whenever my phone blinks fist thought come to mind is u and only u.
If you fail, you will be sad. But if you quit, you will be mad. Don't give up on your dreams. Get up. You can do it!
My memory of your casual smile This memory, like a child's bit of sweet embroidery smuggled out of an asylum
They are nothing but a broken bones crawling in the shadow of the past.
You haven't loved if you haven't lost.
Tears of joy are lighter than smiles of sorrow.
This wasn't my first rodeo in Unrequited Land. In fact, I had a season pass. Each new crush, I'd find myself standing there, fast pass in hand, wishing that someone who had zero interest in me would finally open their eyes and see me standing in front of them.
Autumn. A season. A girl. A memory. Autumn. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. Her smile was infectious. Her laugh was a cure. Autumn. She broke me.
Thunder erupted over head as I watched him go. I felt the rain start to hit my head, getting me soaked in an instant. Before he went into his house, he turned back one more time and looked at me with those sad eyes. “Looks like you have your storm.” And then he was gone, leaving me standing out in the rain.
Even if I die you keep living okay? Live to see the end of this world, and to see why it was born. Live to see why a weak girl like me ended up here... and the reason why you and I met.
We don't get to choose if we get hurt in this world, old man, but we do have a say in who hurts us. I know I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. I do, Augustus. I do.
In solitary at the towering fortress of desire, visioning for what the heart craved to restore, though waiting endlessly for the impossible.
My thoughts hold mortal strife, I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize; But he, grim-grinning king, Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
Everyone is going to lose someone they love dearly. If they are unlucky, maybe more than one. If everyone were to give up on their lives, the world would be a very sad place to live in, right?
It was quite a sad thing, the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I not when everything I’ve ever known has slowly gone away.
I'm supposed to a man who never blows his composure A boy trapped in a war, forced to be a solider The weight of the world just put on top of my shoulders But if there's one thing I know for sure It's that my mind has had its exposure And my emotional turmoil has finally had its closure
What a wonderful sadness to miss the one you have loved forever, it seems, and know that she is waiting at home.
The choice was whether to be sad and foolish or sad and reasonable.
I destroyed myself because I thought no one will destroy me that way but I guess I was wrong... they're stonger.
There will always be a little girl searching for love, pushing against the outstretched hand of someone who can only love her so much.
When I wake up in the morning, it's always sort of a letdown as reality hits me.
You try hard, but you don't succeed.. So you try harder, and harder... But you still just don't succeed, you give it a try once more; only realising its never going to work out the way you want it to. But then again, you remember; you've tried so much. You've tried to please, you've tried to love and you've tried to care. You think to yourself, "Why should I keep on going?" You try so hard, what's the point.. No one accepts you for who you are, no one sees you for who you are, no one takes the time to ask how you feel, no one takes the time to bother.. But then there's you... You try, and try. And you just give up hope, because its just so much easier!
Yesterday I got caught in the rain, Mama …
Stop explaining to others, people will only understand from their level of discernment.
People don't like to talk about death because it makes them sad.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Era una de aquellas sonrisas excepcionales que poseían la cualidad de ser eternamente reconfortantes por sí mismas, de las que uno se encuentra sólo cuatro o cinco veces en la vida.
I've never been the most important thing to anybody - not even myself.
Forgiveness is a transformative act because it asks you to be a more empathetic and compassionate person, thereby making you better than the person you were when you were first hurt.
It was all a matter of timing,", she says. "My train was late that day. The day I saw you drop your notebook. Had it been on schedule we never would have met. Maybe we were never meant to. It was a possibility, one of thousands, and not inevitable, the way some thins are.
I am afraid that if I start to sob, I will never stop until I shrivel up like a raisin.
Ever been so happy for someone and so aware of how lonely their happiness makes you feel at the same time?
I accepted these limitations, knowing that my worth was based entirely on the child growing inside me.
When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore. I was just me. I was whole again. I was just a person – like everyone else.
Açıklanmadığı zaman anlayamıyor olman, ne kadar açıklanırsa açıklansın anlayamayacağın anlamına gelir.
Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever.
The lightest weight anyone can carry on life’s journey is hope.
Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but i feel more lonely in a crowded room with boring people then i feel on my owm.
She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?