“What if we made the wrong choice and really we were meant to be together?”
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hold me still.
I need you most
i feel like giving up
so help me God.
amen
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I need you to be more stronger for yourself. Smile no matter how heart breaking it is. Forgive people who hurt you then Forget those things that hurt you. Always have respect for yourself and Be Kind.
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But love, know your limitations. I know you do. You give people many chances, but once you’re done. You are done. Promise me. 💯 (at Jumalig Island, Quezon, Philippines)
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I need you to be more stronger for yourself. Smile no matter how heart breaking it is. Forgive people who hurt you then Forget those things that hurt you. Always have respect for yourself and Be Kind.
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But love, know your limitations. I know you do. You give people many chances, but once you’re done. You are done. Promise me. 💯 (at Jumalig Island, Quezon, Philippines)
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I need you to be more stronger for yourself. Smile no matter how heart breaking it is. Forgive people who hurt you then Forget those things that hurt you. Always have respect for yourself and Be Kind.
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But love, know your limitations. I know you do. You give people many chances, but once you’re done. You are done. Promise me. 💯 (at Jumalig Island, Quezon, Philippines)
“Highly sensitive people are too often perceived as weaklings or damaged goods. To feel intensely is not a symptom of weakness, it is the trademark of the truly alive and compassionate. It is not the empath who is broken, it is society that has become dysfunctional and emotionally disabled. There is no shame in expressing your authentic feelings. Those who are at times described as being a ‘hot mess’ or having ‘too many issues’ are the very fabric of what keeps the dream alive for a more caring, humane world. Never be ashamed to let your tears shine a light in this world.”
— Anthon St. Maarten (via wnq-anonymous)
The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.
Finally he was walking away,
And I was shouting
at the top of my lungs
“Stop! No!
You are the only thing that makes me feel alive!”
But he,
He never bothered turning for a look..
Who knows, better than a dead woman, how it feels to watch your own life slowly slip out of your hands?
I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.
