I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone
Derangement of the senses
I enjoy the simple pleasures in life. I spend a lot of time inside my head, not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing but I don't really mind. Aesthetics and thinking.. sums me up. I think that from where I've been to where I am, nothing could really bother me anymore and I'm content with my own disposition. Get to know me =)
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Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.
These people you used to see every day, friends or acquaintances, after a while they become as distant as any stranger, people you suddenly recall late at night—you remember something they said or something silly that someone once did. For a few moments they completely occupy your mind; then you forget them again.
Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.
Give thanks for doubt. Without confusion, there would be no such thing as clarity, those precious moments of peace. Without uncertainty, there would be no opportunity to push yourself to deeper understandings. Without chaos, there would be no opportunity to find your still, small inner voice. Without darkness, light would have no meaning. Without doubt, there would be no opportunity to leap into the unknown from which some of your greatest opportunities arise.
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it—don’t cheat with it. Be as faithful to it as a scientist—but don’t think anything is of any importance because it happens to you or anyone belonging to you.
A great silence overcomes me, and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.
But I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are.
Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.
I think that you have to be able to go back inside yourself and your own world and not get sucked up into ideas of what other people might think of you. People can project many things on you which might not be the truth.
