Even in my thoughts, I have never betrayed you.
I guess literature peaked here.
No lyric, poem, or prose can ever match these words.
The love that makes you complete,
The words that echo the finest of sentiments,
Love at its purest essence—
The kind of love that truly is love.
My therapist told me 'Anger is the part of you that loves you most—it signals mistreatment, urges change, and pushes you to leave what no longer serves you. Listen to it, befriend it, and it will let go.'
Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely
My favourite Dostoevsky lesson: "To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's."
Embrace your unique journey, even if it leads you astray.
Franz Kafka: “All the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding.”
Richard Siken: “If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
George Orwell: “Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
"There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I keep him nice and cozy under a blanket of whiskey and cigarette smoke—because nothing says love like slow suffocation."