There, splinters; here sighs quake
beneath the shudders
souls make beside loss
of loneliness sheer and sure.
Where we realize we weren’t made
for this place and time alone;
when we are as transcendent
as dew on daffodils at dawn,
as a spot of drool
on a cotton…
A thought is a hard thing to control.
You touched me in places so deep
I wanted to ignore you.
If your gut tells you something is wrong, then it probably is wrong. Trust your gut and go with your first instinct. That’s why on test that measures recognition such as multiple choice test, going with your gut instinct is often the better choice than thinking rationally about an answer you don’t consciously recall.
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.
You make me feel a little dirty, she said, and I fucking love it.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Against all odds. I hope.(via psych-facts)
If two points are destined to touch, the universe will always find a way to make the connection - even when all hope seems to be lost. Certain ties cannot be broken. They define who we are - and who we can become. Across space, across time, among paths we cannot predict - nature always finds a way.
It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.