Im hoping that when i look back, the years of struggle i faced, are going to seem the most amazing. As it would have brought me to where i am today
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills...
Im always looking for perfection, but i think i need to let go and realise that imperfection is perfection…
The more you do the things you’re most afraid of doing the more life opens up.
You cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.
im thinking tattoo number three should be ‘what if th dreamer wakes...
Happy Birthday to my cousin Kate, she would have been 29 today if she was still with us. As much as this day gets easier, thats doesnt mean that the memories we shared will ever disappear - love from Thomas
See, I’m the worst breed of human. Let me explain. Some people are dead inside. They go through life knowing this, and they manage fine enough, because, well, they’re dead inside. They aren’t bitter because they don’t care enough to change. They just try to get by with the things they can control. Others live in the fucking clouds, watch romantic comedies, and dream about everything being perfect...
that fact that tattoo number 3 is on my mind is cray cray
I refuse to sink
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most...– Sigmund Freud
Sometimes I think I hate people—I really do, but I’m not ready to give up on them yet. I mean, there has to be something, right?… Something that means something.
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose...
i dont think having your heart broken is a bad thing, not that i have had it...
I feel like secrets rule my life :(
back in Adelaide… Thank Fuck :)
Kates Birthday next week…cant say it gets any easier,especially since her anniversary is a few days later…
I don’t have time for hate or negativity in my life. There’s no room for it. When you make wrong choices, you have to take responsibility for them: What part of this do I own? I struggle to figure out what made me make those choices. All I can hope for is that I’ve learned something from it and won’t make the same choices again
Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.
I have realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.
To find yourself, think for yourself..
In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you...
I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections...
I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
And once you realize you don’t need validation to find happiness, there is a wonderful world waiting for you - the world that lives inside your imagination. Treasure your imagination. Happiness is in there, You need to understand that you can be happy being happy - just allow yourself the chance.”
The gym is my life..
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this...