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“We are all victim of wrong motives, wrong decisions, wrong relationships, wrong choices, wrong circumstances and wrong person but never of love”
//Me To You//
Df.
The strongest ones, the most confident ones, the ones who look like they have never needed love from anyone but themselves, those are the people that need love the most. You see, they’ve become so good at hiding their hurt, their pain that people simply forget that they too feel just as insecure and vulnerable as everybody else. They’re expected to laugh through their problems because thats what they have always done and the support that they give others is never returned because no one thinks they need it.
They are so used to be everyone else’s rock, everyone else’s crying shoulder, everyone else’s human to turn to, that when it comes to their own pain, they simply bottle it up and put it away. They cry alone, they hurt alone, they never tell anyone about their nightmares or how cruel life is really being because if they do, they’re afraid people will not see them as strong anymore. They are afraid of crumbling in front of anyone else because they do not want to seem weak and broken.
The strongest ones of us need support more than anything in the world because of being strong so very long that when they fall apart, it is not just a human falling to pieces and recovering, it is an avalanche, a volcanic eruption, the amount of pain that you could not imagine possible for a human to hold within themselves. The strongest people, the toughest ones, disguise their tears behind smiles and avert their eyes when in pain once too often.
This is why it is so important to ask “Are you okay?” more than once sometimes, especially from someone who is that strong. This is why it is important to allow our hearts to understand what our minds cannot when we see someone’s smile change, or their eyes show something their demeanor cannot.
The strongest ones of us need support the most. Because when the time comes to rely on someone they don’t know how, they don’t know how to reach out for a hand as they are so used to being the rock for everyone else that hurts.
Nikita Gill, The Strongest People Need Love The Most
This is one of the best artciles I’ve read so far. Lessons and advices are great. Fully recommended. #art #kandinsky
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Ni siquiera sé cómo expresar esto. Porque con cada palabra que visualizo, más me horrifica el pensamiento de saber quién soy y me palpita la sangre del miedo y se me apaga la voz del terror- de la incertidumbre de no saber quién se es, del miedo a no ser aceptado o ser criticado de una manera fúnebre- la persona que irá a tirar flores al balcón donde pensé que mi cuerpo yacía- y si no existo, quién existe? porque si no es alguien la persona, quién será el público? junto al telón que aparece abriendo la escena de mi muerte- dónde yo misma olvidaré el guión de mi presente- donde soy rechazada a ser protagonista de mi serie. No entiendo siquiera por qué el uso de las letras, cuando estas sólo han sido escritas para llamar la atención- y si vos siempre has sabido que me gusta estar en frente y al centro, que me gusta tener las luces encima- por qué no me besas cuando el semáforo está en rojo? por qué no me decís que amás mis ojos? porque me desvío de lo importante y no atiendo a mis parlantes- porque sólo quería hablar de la existencia y terminé hablando de vos- porque vos siendo vos no encontraste la salida, porque vos siendo vos, me amás más de lo que deberías.Septiembre, 2017
October 23rd, 2006 - 10 years with The Black Parade.
I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone.
I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies
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No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now. — Alan Watts
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A deep sense of love and belonging is an irreducible need of all people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to love, to be loved, and to belong. When those needs are not met, we don’t function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt others. We get sick. — Brené Brown
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