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I’ve become so obsessed with idea of upgrading my life in every single aspect. I wanna be a better a woman, all around.
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You have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
saying i love you as a general statement is healthy and proper and i try to do it as much as I can, but the thought of directly saying im in love with you to a human person is scary as shit smh
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There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary.
Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)
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There are things I’d rather whisper and never quite say out loud.
Virginia Woolf (via wordsnquotes)
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for a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. so collapse. crumble. this is not your destruction. this is your birth.
a.i
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Here I lie
Needing to cry
staring at the ceiling
Can’t stop feeling
Emotions spilling
My hands shake
As my heart breaks
My tears fall
And amidst it all
I want to be on my own
Yet
I’m scared to be alone
But there’s no one here
To wipe my tears
No hand to hold
I feel so cold
My soul is burning
As my mind is churning
I’m constantly falling …
When will I ever stop falling?
I can’t stop thinking
As I carry on sinking
The lights getting weaker
As my future gets bleaker
As things spiral downwards
I’m fighting to climb skywards
No matter how long it takes
Regardless of all the mistakes
I’ll make it to a brighter place.
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weird question and I don’t know if it’s even relevant but.. why did no one ever feel the need to check Cas with the regular welcome-back-to-life procedure (holy water, silver knife etc)? Or would that be redundant bc Angel?
Dean: How do we know that’s Cas?
Sam: Please, he’s been staring at you for the last half hour, it’s him.
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#remember when dean used to pray #like he was prank calling somebody #and he waved his hands around #like he had no idea what to do with them #and made all these strange faces #and exaggerated the entire ordeal #so he looked really silly #and we all laughed #because it was funny #ha #hahaha #not so funny anymore is it #when a man prays with his head bowed and his hands clasped with tears in his eyes #remember when prayer was a joke (via leatherandlightning)
# The Most Romantic And Heartbreaking Character Development Ever
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I’ve been trying for awhile to accurately describe the feeling of loneliness. Each time it feels like I’m missing something. I never come close enough.
It’s a tricky one. It’s not as expressive as sadness is. Doesn’t gut you, slice you open the way grief does. Loneliness works differently. It doesn’t slap you in the face like anger or jealously. It takes time penetrating your life.
You ever have a friend that you didn’t particularly like? You don’t know how you became friends. It seems like they’ve always been around. Not sure why. Not sure the moment they went from stranger to a contact in your phone. Loneliness is like that. Yeah, like an invader that moved so slowly, you didn’t even notice. I guess it just sits there, like some bruise that’s so close to being healed. Sometimes you think it’s gone. If you stay distracted, plugged in, never fully present, you might not feel it at all.
But like a bruise, if you touch it you’ll wince. You’ll be reminded it’s still there.
In my experience, loneliness rarely has to to do with being alone. Sure, that might amplify it, but it’s never the root cause. Loneliness shows up when you forget yourself. It’s present on the nights you feel like a stranger in your own body and you wonder how long you’ve been on autopilot.
On those nights, you’ll ask yourself, “have I always been this lonely?”
When it becomes too much, on the bad nights, you’ll look for immediate distractions. We’re good at that, us humans. We’ve figured out how to be so plugged in all the time. We’ll numb ourselves with food or alcohol or superficial connection. We’ll text someone we shouldn’t. We’ll binge watch shows on Netflix until the screen is forced to ask, “are you still watching?”
On those nights, you’ll hate admitting just how lonely you really are. It feels like a failure of sorts. Because loneliness, unlike sadness or anger, is harder to figure out. Why do we feel this way? How can we fix it? I’m still not sure I know the answers to those questions, but I do know loneliness does not go away if you just ignore it.
It sits. It waits. It stays tucked away for the next bad night. The next night you lower your defences.
Perhaps there is a feeling of unity in our loneliness. That even in our most isolated, in our pangs of pure lonely, we can know that others are feeling that way too. Maybe we should talk more of our loneliness. Maybe that’s how we take it’s power away. We share, we grieve together, we try to understand this feeling.
I wonder how many of us are hurting right now. I wonder how many of us are afraid to let the world know just how lonely these nights can be.
Sometimes I feel like ripping apart my skin and searching for a reason why I feel the way I do. So empty. Maybe my veins are tangled, or maybe something is lodged in my rib cage. Because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken and I would give all the money in the world to find that missing piece.
my random 2am thoughts (via confusedmillennials)
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It’s not just a feeling—it’s an emotion that causes action
It is time to change the meaning of the word
“love.”
The word is mostly used according to the first definition given in the dictionary:
“an intense feeling of deep affection.”
In other words, love is what one feels.
After years spent speaking with couples before, during and after marriage; and of talking to parents and children struggling with their relationships, I am convinced of the partiality of the definition.
Love should be seen not as a feeling but as an enacted emotion. To love is to feel and act lovingly.
Too many women have told me, bruises visible on their faces, that the husbands who struck them love them. Since they see love as a feeling, the word hides the truth, which is that you do not love someone whom you repeatedly beat and abuse. You may have very strong feelings about them, you may even believe you cannot live without them, but you do not love them.
The first love mentioned in the Bible is not romantic love, but parental love (Genesis 22). When a child is born, the parent’s reaction to this person, who so recently did not exist, is to feel that
“I would do anything for her.”
In the doing is the love—the feeling is enacted. That is why we often hear the phrase
“you don’t act like you love me.”
We know in our bones that love is not a feeling alone, but a feeling that flows into the world in action.
Between human beings, love is a relational word. Yes, you can love things that do not love you back—the sky or a mountain or a painting or the game of chess. But the love of other people is directional. There is a lover and a beloved—you don’t just love, but you love at someone. And real love is not only about the feelings of the lover; it is not egotism. It is when one person believes in another person and shows it.
In Fiddler on the Roof, when Tevye asks Golde whether she loves him after a quarter century of marriage, her wry answer is exactly on point:
For twenty-five years I’ve washed your clothes Cooked your meals, cleaned the house Given you children, milked your cow She asks then,
“If that’s not love, what is?”
Of course it is possible to perform all sorts of duties for someone and feel little or nothing for them.
Love is not about being hired help. Love is not an obligation done with a cold soul. But neither is it a passion that expresses itself in cruelty, or one that does not express itself at all. The feeling must be wedded to the deed.
We would have a healthier conception of love if we understood that love, like parenting or friendship, is a feeling that expresses itself in action. What we really feel is reflected in what we do.
The poet’s song is dazzling and the passion powerful, but the deepest beauty of love is how it changes lives.
via David Wolpe
(via thelovejournals)
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‘cause one day I am happy, next I’m strangled by the noose
lil happy lil sad- survive (via vongriffis)
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Me: is too depressed to do anything
Me: gets more depressed because I never do anything
My life is a mess
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