GreyObserver

I'd rather risk the endeavor, Than carry the 'could have' forever.

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If you only love the sunlight and skip out on the storm, you never really loved the sky.

Fr, anyone can be there when everything is smooth, the convo is effortless, and the energy is high. But that’s not real love, that’s just comfort. Real connection isn't tested when things are perfect. It gets tested in the heavy moments that make you want to walk away, the tough conversations you'd rather avoid, the phases where they’re completely drained with nothing left to give, and the raw version of them that only shows up when all their guards are completely down.

And honestly, that’s exactly when most people jump out. Not because they don't care at all, but because they were only in love with the version of you that made them feel good.

But the people who actually stay, understand something others don't. The storm is literally part of the sky. The roots are what make the flower worth loving. Real love isn't just about how someone makes you feel on your absolute best days. It’s about who you choose to be for them on the absolute worst ones. The right person won't ask you to hide your dark days and only show the sunlight. They’ll trust you enough to let you see the storm.

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If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck…

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1 Corinthians 13:4-5 "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs."

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She is the sun and I'm Icarus

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I believe that things that are supposed to happen always finds a way to happen. Sometimes they make sense, sometimes they hurt a lot. But it's okay, because those things put us on a path to become who we're meant to be.

[grey-observer]

The eyes chico, They never lie

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You hide behind a shifting screen saying words you don't mean weaving a mess of smoke and mirrors

Your mouth tells one story but your eyes give you away a beautiful broken piece of art

You think keeping secrets protects me like telling the truth would somehow break me but you have it backward your silence is the thing that actually stings while the truth is just something I can handle

You are a fascinating study, a puzzle to solve and I love knowing people inside out but don’t get it twisted I’m not staying just because you’re interesting

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"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."

— Catullus

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"Rules for thee but not for me"

The delusion of an unearned crown.

wanting absolute loyalty and standards from people who don’t even see them that way. it’s an unspoken rulebook where everyone else is expected to follow the script, yet the author is completely exempt from the pages.

unwarranted expectations. double standards disguised as importance.

it turns every room into a stage for an audience that never bought a ticket. just a quiet desperation masquerading as authority, expecting the world to bend for a main character nobody else is watching.

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It’s not always the right words. sometimes the air is too heavy for them anyway, and trying to explain the ache just makes it feel more crowded.

it’s the quiet weight of a shoulder next to yours, the hum of a car engine when nobody’s talking, and the text that just says i’m outside.

you don't need a script to keep someone tethered. sometimes the loudest thing you can do is just refuse to let them sit in the dark alone. maybe the gentlest, biggest act of love is just occupying the same space, and deciding that’s enough.

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been 100 yrs since u last posted btw

hmmmmmmmmm Some quotes I follow or like A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free." — Arthur Schopenhauer (Like) "It is a absolute luxury to be understood by someone who doesn't require you to translate yourself." — Sigmund something something "The thinker faces a double conflict: he must observe human nature to understand it, but he must stop observing if he wishes to feel it." — Anis Mansour "There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." — Friedrich Nietzsche "Larvatus prodeo." — René Descartes (which means, I walk forward wearing mask) (Follow)

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loving someone till they become better is a crime working behind the scenes is unnoticed i’d rather risk the endeavor, than carry the 'could have' forever but a safe distance is chosen instead, treating depth like a hazard to avoid care gets labeled as obsession because consistency is terrifying to a fleeting mind the anchor is kept close only because the thought of drifting alone is terrifying a desperate grip on the title of "friend," a shield against the fear of permanent absence the warmth is wanted, but only from behind the safety of a glass pane so the compromise remains, holding on tight enough not to lose, but loose enough not to lean keeping the lifeline intact, while refusing to ever step onto the shore yet this forced illusion of a friendship only fractures what we actually are forcing a future together into a cage, destroying tomorrow just to keep today safe breaking us both, all to preserve a label that never existed i just hoped the maturity would catch up to the potential, somewhere down the line willing to brave the mess of today, if it meant reaching a better version of us tomorrow but the horizon seems to be fading before the timing ever had a chance to align. Maybe its too late, maybe not

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You know, few days ago, I realized something while playing volleyball. My teammate had set me up for a spike and before the ball could be matured enough for me to get the correct angle, I spiked and hit at the wrong angle. Boom it went outside the court. Then on, I realized I have to wait for the ball to be matured enough for me to hit. No matter how tempting the ball looks to be smashed, I still won't. I'd rather wait so that I have higher chance of hitting it to the other side of the court. One thing I just don't want to happen is someone else coming and hitting the ball which I should be taking. Which may result in my position being replaced, just because his fluke shot reached the other side properly. I hope the wait is worth it and my position doesn't get replaced, until then, I'll wait for the ball to get matured enough.

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I just realized the difference between a relationship and a companion. One is filled with status and script, validation, dramatic high and lows, performative affection and the other is stability, depth over drama, intimacy over intensity and presence over possessiveness. Not many people realize the difference. One fades, the other stays

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My gift has a tax, a tax which sometimes make me question if it truly is a gift

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Just give my opinion a higher consideration. I might've seen something, which I can't say or don't know how to tell. I'm not saying I'm always right, but mostly ive been (not always). Despite you all knowing how i end up being right mostly. Y'all still go the other way. Why? I'm doing this for your benefit, and it looks like I'm doing it for myself

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Shower Thought

If good people can become cruel after enough pain and bad people can become good after enough love, then what truly separates bad from good