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“Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.”
— Marjorie Celona
Good morning 🔥
“But you have to let it go eventually. That thing that is causing you grief. There are still things for you out there. Things that will remind you that your life is not yet over. Things that will remind you that your potential is as broad as a clear blue sky. Things that will remind you that you are still fighting the good fight which is life. I can’t promise you that those things will hold the same magic as to that thing you’ve had before. But I can promise you that those things that are waiting for you in the future are beautiful, meaningful and blissful enough for you to stay alive and keep on going as you continue on with the art of living one day at a time.”
— Juansen Dizon, If You’re Feeling Lost
“time is irreversible, because some things are only meant to be felt once. mistakes are vital in the process of being human, fortunately for us, there is hope; a possibility that if we’re given that moment again, chances are we’ll do it right.”
— ekta somera
Sometimes you can’t go back. Sometimes you try anyway. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes you try to go back with someone and they show you why you shouldn’t. They show you that you can’t. They show you that you’ve changed but they haven’t. They make you realise going back would be the worst possible thing you could ever do and even if you don’t realise it, you can’t go back anyway. Sometimes you go back with someone and it’s different. It’s not a good different and it’s not a bad different but it’s still painful. It’s a “this is what we are now” different. It’s having to hear about their life once a week through a phone call when you used to see them every day and hearing them tell you stories you wish you were in. Sometimes you have to accept that people can come back after they’ve left but it won’t be in the same way. Sometimes you want to go back, so badly, but you can’t. Sometimes it’s not your choice. Sometimes the other person doesn’t want to. That’s probably the worst realisation. You can hope and pray that they’ll go back and you’ll be happy with them again but they won’t change their mind. Sometimes you just can’t make them, no matter how hard you try. Sometimes you’re not allowed to go back and you’re forced to move forward. And sometimes, that isn’t always a bad thing.
something I am still trying to be okay with. (via helplesslydreamingx)
“I didn’t want to say goodbye.”
— I had to.
“I mention her name and the old pain returns. Forget her, you say? How can you forget a living human being?”
— Sholem Aleichem
“Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard and supported.”
— Cleo Wade
one day you will be happy. not constantly, but it will become a theme in your life. you will have days where you feel sad and that’s normal. but eventually you can wake up with a smile on your face even if there isn’t a reason. you’ll see yourself through a clearer lens. you’ll think of the best case scenarios. you’ll find people who you can share your happiness with. you’ll settle into your own body and mind with a sense of security.