Hide the pain, and pretend everything is okay
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"There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away."
— Robert Goolrick (via themadinspirationalist)
Thought of the Day
“All the adversity I’ve had in my life, all my troubles have strengthened me…You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you.“—Walt Disney
“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”
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I missed this feeling. Feeling so completely sober and positive, and hungry for change that you feel anything is possible. Feelings you have at 2:30 in the morning, after a quick sweep down Tumblr’s dashboard.
I think it’s easier when I put all of my thoughts into writing, into something tangible instead of it all swimming around in my head. I think it’s been a while since I composed a thought longer than 140 characters or even had a thought with a lifespan longer than a sneeze. I’ve always thought about keeping a diary. To keep track of my fleeting thoughts for when life finally does me in, and I become one of those empty shells people become when they get depressed. Maybe then these thoughts would bring back a part of me, and maybe, a part of you? Does heavy thoughts bring heavy footsteps? Are they the lines of the face all crunched up in a form of an ugly frown. Imagine them dissipating into thin air as one exhales into a deep sigh and then re-emerging sometime later, among other thoughts at the slightest trigger of a reminder. I keep describing thoughts as if they were something tangible, something that could be contained. This is just me, finding a way to make bad thoughts go away.
I envy this cat.
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Recently, I had to deal with problems that came right after another, and even though I knew I was going to able to overcome them somehow, I guess I couldn’t shake off that feeling of sadness. The kind that even the brightest of smiles and funniest of jokes could not do a thing. So much that I started to avoid such sunny characters because I couldn’t keep up and I couldn’t reciprocate. And where I had seek comfort, I was given harsh words. It was probably unintentional, but it was also cruel. And then I realized, I might have probably said the same thing to someone else. And at some point of my life, I had probably hurt someone with the same words, and made bleeding wounds cry murder. Here’s my post on painful lessons.
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