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Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say My tooth is aching than to say My heart is broken.
C. S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain (via wordsnquotes)
I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.
Marcus Tullius Cicero (via purplebuddhaproject)
I write for a man who keeps telling me that my softness is my most beautiful trait.
mga-akda-ni-yumi (via wnq-writers)
There is no sweeter sweetness than the sweetness between us.
Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)
I realize that letting someone go because you love them is utter bullshit. There’s nothing beautiful or charming about it; don’t bother to make yourself appear magnanimous or brave by sugar coating your words. You’re hurt & you’ve exhausted all options. You want to be free of this torment on your emotions, you want to be loved & appreciated because you deserve it more than what you’re receiving now.
sashimiplatter, “Too much to bear.” (via wnq-writers)
And suddenly you’re eighteen, and you’re thinking about how much emotion you wasted on that boy because no matter how much you loved him, you’ve gotta live with your feet on the ground and not with your head in the clouds.
noddingpeonies (via wnq-writers)
We’ve all heard the age-old question of whether the glass is half empty or half full. Well, the truth is that it’s 100% full because it contains both water and air. If you think it’s only filled halfway, that’s because you only see the water.
poetic-discourse (via wnq-writers)
Grab your things and find the fastest way out of my heart.
died-of-thirst (via wnq-writers)
Within me is the paradoxical combat of depressed and hopeful; everything becomes hard to believe because I do not know what is true.
Olive K. (via wnq-writers)
Happiness is when you drink the vodka without trying to drown your memories. Happiness is when your phone vibrates and your heart doesn’t drop three stories into your stomach or get caught in your throat because you hope it’s them texting you. Happiness is the first night you don’t stay up until 2am thinking back to every sweet nothing they whispered in your ear and questioning how someone could say all of that and still leave. Happiness is the result of realizing that their presence is not essential to your survival. Happiness is remembering that you are enough.
Maxwell Diawuoh | Happiness, Some Definitions (via wnq-writers)
I have always been fascinated by the human soul that I’ve spent hours upon hours upon hours, analyzing a person, knowing their backgrounds, wounds, things that make them happy. I take time to understand people, because everyone is worth understanding.
6ampoet (via wnq-writers)
It was you, from the very beginning. Till the very end, it’ll be you…
beingmollified (via wnq-writers)
that’s all i need people that won’t leave
dewdropheart (via wnq-writers)
Let’s not live in suspicion of others. Focus on your beliefs and I shall do the same. Let’s practice tolerance against each other. This world might be a bad place, we don’t have to become one of those bad ones and bash each other due to different beliefs. Do yourself right and stay out of others lane.
kissmylime (via wnq-writers)
I no longer remember how it felt to love you. I only remember how it felt to try to hold water in the palm of my hands while it began to form puddles at my feet.
hiddenpuppet (via wnq-writers)
I’ve never met anyone with eyes as red as yours and I wonder what they’ve seen to be so damaged. If eyes are windows to the soul, then yours are prison cells, locked and barricaded and dark. Are you keeping me safe from the demons of your past or destroying yourself…? Either way, what do you hide in your soul?
FLC (Let me see)
