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Peter Solarz
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Claire Keane
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Loving someone who cannot love you the same way in return is not weakness. It’s one of the most courageous things you’ll ever do. You are putting your armour at their feet and you are saying ‘I will not fight you in this. I have loved you and that means that I have already won.
Azra T. (via quotemadness)
What TV has taught me:
Breaking Bad: It's easier to sell meth than it is to get affordable medical care.
Hannibal: If someone offers you free psychiatric help, it's probably best to say no.
Orange is the New Black: If your ex-girlfriend works for an international drug cartel, you should probably be nice to her.
House: Any small ailment means you are dying and lupus does not exist.
Game of Thrones: Everything you love will die.
Supernatural: Everything you love will die repeatedly.
Criminal Minds: Everything you love will be killed by a white male in his mid thirties.
Doctor Who: Everything you ever loved about this show will be destroyed by Steven Moffat.
I just wanted to tell you that with all your faults I love you. I love or revere very few people. As for the rest, I’m ashamed of my indifference to them. But for those I love, nothing and no one, neither I nor certainly they themselves, can ever make me stop loving them. It took me a long time to learn that; now I know it.
Albert Camus (via quotemadness)
Talk with people who make you see the world differently.
(via dvddytaughtme)
It still surprises me how much I don’t know about myself. All I’ll ever really have is these bones. These hands will find someone to hold but they will still be my hands, this skin will crack and vary without every really changing but it is mine. I am my own. I am me and there is no one else who can say that. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still don’t know myself. Not entirely, at least. I don’t think I ever will and if I am honest, I don’t think I’ll ever want to. There is comfort in the mystery that lies within me. Like my mind is protecting me from my own self. As if I am sheltering myself from personalized demons I know I won’t be able to handle.
(d.h.)
Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.
Unknown (via Smile, Sugar.)
For Sunshine and Shenanigans, Inquire Within.
(via smile--sugar)
Repeat after me: I am not my flaws, but how I work on them. I am not my mistakes, but what I learn from them. I am not my barriers, but how I overcome them.
Journal - February 2nd, 2016 (via nicholasbrowne)
You know, they say that there is a part of the human chest that if you strike it hard enough the person’s heart explodes. This sounds like such a lie that I have to believe it’s the truth. If I were science, I’d never tell anyone where this place is. If I were science, I’d have named this place after you.
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, “Not As Smart As I Think I Am” (via wordsnquotes)
.. Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.’ // Rooftops
crazy girl
My emotions are like tidal waves. One event causes this immense reaction, that gets bigger and bigger until it crashes over me. I am consumed. I find myself underwater, the pressure on my lungs like I can’t breathe, and I don’t know which way is up.
When I’m anxious, I shake. I bite my nails voraciously. I pace.
When I’m happy, I’m elated. I look like a person on crack. My eyes light up, I talk rapidly, I can’t sit still.
Every emotion.. happy, sad, afraid, anxious... is amplified.
When I was a kid, and I got too excited, I would shake until I got sick. Nothing about my emotional reactions were normal. I could tell that right from the start. Other people didn’t have these ups and downs like I did. Other people were pretty steady.
As I got older, a lot of people started labeling me as “emotionally unstable” and “dramatic.” I felt everything so strongly and struggled to hold it in.
My intensity has aided me in many ways. I am driven, I am focused, I listen intently and have a fantastic memory. I am alert and contentious.
I am empathetic to a fault. I care about how my behavior affects others... but I have come to realize that I need other people a lot more than they need me. That is part of this emotional depth that I have.
I feel, everything. I notice detail. I am extremely analytical. Small shifts in a person’s mood or behavior... I will pick up on it.
I’m actually so good at reading people that I suck at it. I want to understand them so badly that I don’t.
I guess why I’m writing this is, I am realizing that I don’t fit. Not into the typical mold. I am too emotional for most people. I feel things too deeply. I overthink...
I have to come to terms with the fact that this hyper awareness will make others uncomfortable, and intimidate them... but that it is not a curse. I am gifted. I have always been very bright and if I can learn to manage the rush of emotions, and react to them accordingly, I can enjoy feeling everything deeper than most people.
AND, I’m not alone. Many other people are HSPs (the term coined for hyper emotionalism).
So if you feel like everyone tells you to relax, calm down, chill out, stop overthinking... they are right. You do need to find a way to process this intensity appropriately. But don’t you dare hate yourself for it. It is a gift. And maybe, feel a little sorry for them... because emotions rock. If we didn’t have them, we’d be robots. :)
