STARTERS FOR FEELING TOO MUCH FOR A MORTAL BODY.
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my heart is a bunch of shattered pieces of a dead dream.
unfortunately, you have a heart. woefully, you bleed.
love is everything that you are, and in everything you do.
most don't like acknowledging their own fragile mortality.
kindness is not an exclusive trait to man.
people are always afraid of unknowns until the weapon becomes a tool.
i know i ask this every time, but... don't leave.
strength is a willingness to do what's necessary.
i have to be strong because other people can't be.
it feels like some important pieces of myself have gone missing, somewhere i can't find them anymore.
if you had an answer to belief, then you wouldn't need faith.
how do you love so recklessly?
how do you manage to love as if you'd like to be nowhere else?
the ability to die is a wonderful thing!
it takes guts to be fearless.
it's natural for me to know things i don't know.
no matter how small, no matter how silly, no matter how the world views it, find a reason to get out and not look back.
you have to try, because no one can try for you.
if everything is moving too fast, then slow down- racing to catch up will make it move faster.
a battle is so much more than fight or flight.
you look exhausted in a way that sleep doesn't fix.
i deserve to bleed, but i don't deserve to die.
life is full of decisions; best to make the one you want before the one you get.
what's it going to be? the yesterday that you believed to be true or the tomorrow that you know to be yours?
what remains of you after the curtain falls, i wonder.
they are not dead to the earth & that is what matters.
love is what your heart does when something makes you happy.
grief is what your heart does when that love remembers the life you've forgotten.
to compare me to a wolf would be an insult to the sheep.
i will continue to look at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.
yes, red is the color of love; red - the color of blood & the color of a setting sun both - says i love you inside and out.
sometimes, love is not what saves you. sometimes, anger is all you have.
a cage is still a cage, no matter how many paths cross another inside it.
lies are what can make fools into kings.
love of the self is the most reckless form of endangerment.
god's a heavy burden, but you'll bear it like a sword.
learning to love yourself is a practice.
it's a great strength, having a heart. it's a terrible weakness, knowing it bleeds.
this world's beauty is far greater than these narrow shores.
