#thoughts

[thoughtkick]

I was quiet; but I was not blind.

Jane Austen

[thehopefulquotes]

You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.

Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

[perfectquote]

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is like hugging a cactus. The tighter you hold on the more it hurts.

Unknown

[flowerytale]

The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

[thebookquotes]

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

[quotefeeling]

A healthy relationship is where two independent people just make a deal that they will help the other person be the best version of themselves.

Unknown

[fluentisonus]

me when I'm sleeby

[brok3np4radise]

You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

[rottenfodder]

STOP SCROLLING

Your life ends in the wasteland.

[heavyrain-dc]

Promise me not to hide yourself when you're in pain, it's unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone

Unknown

[thoughtkick]

Summer is near and things will be okay again.

Unknown

[thehopefulquotes]

I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.

Sara Quin

[perfectquote]

Be good to people for no reason.

Unknown

[flintpunks-mind]

A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.

I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.

I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.

He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.

I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.

[perfeqt]

If it’s still in your mind, it is still in your heart.

Paulo Coelho

[surqrised]

Go and love someone exactly as they are. then, watch how they transform into the greatest truest version of themselves. when one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.

Wes Angelozzi