(no subject)
"I’m a selfish person. I do nothing, but I expect everything from you. I want you to stay by my side but in reality I treat you terribly whenever you are. I blame you for not being there, yet, I never acknowledge you when you are there. And then I go about thinking it’s all your fault when really, I’m the only one to blame for being the selfish, horrible person that I am."
"it’s an ache that both hurts, yet yearns for something more - whether it’s be to be healed, or to go back in time and redo what can’t be redone. It’s an ache you can only hope will go away, but sometimes it never does. And all it becomes is a smaller ache, a pinch so minuscule, the feeling is fleeting - or maybe it’s just become something you got used to living with, like a permanent scar across your heart
"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could."
"it’s an ache that both hurts, yet yearns for something more - whether it’s be to be healed, or to go back in time and redo what can’t be redone. It’s an ache you can only hope will go away, but sometimes it never does. And all it becomes is a smaller ache, a pinch so minuscule, the feeling is fleeting - or maybe it’s just become something you got used to living with, like a permanent scar across your heart
"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could."