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[onlinecounsellingcollege]

I regret opening up to some people. They didn’t deserve to know me like that.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Be careful with your words. Once they have been spoken they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Give the gift of your absence to those who do not appreciate your presence.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[freshmoviequotes]

Wittgenstein (1993)

[freshmoviequotes]

Wittgenstein (1993)

[freshmoviequotes]

Birds of Passage (2018)

[freshmoviequotes]

The Professor (2018)

[philosophybits]

Treat what you don’t have as nonexistent. Look at what you have, the things you value the most, and think of how much you’d crave them if you didn’t have them. But be careful. Don’t feel such satisfaction that you start to overvalue them — that it would upset you to lose them.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (7.27)

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痛是會改變人的。 Pain changes people.

thoughts. we all do. (via fy-perspectives)

[wordsnquotes]

vorfreude

(noun) A German untranslatable word, vorfreude is defined as the intense euphoric sensation you experience from thinking about future plans and daydreams. This beautiful feeling is a natural reaction the human mind manifests from expectations of future pleasures and joyful anticipations, such as planning a trip, going on a date, and many other fulfilling, life-changing events.  (via fy-perspectives)

[wnq-unknown]

Unknown |  @wnq-unknown

[wnq-writers]

@wnq-writers

[wordsnquotes]

“And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day and type up your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don’t listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you’re sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the tv programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I’m black and be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don’t believe me and have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it’s empty without you and want what you want and think I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when I’d rather not and tell you the truth when I really don’t want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it’s beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.” — Sarah Kane (Crave)

(via wordsnquotes)

[moretoremeber]

Vivere lontano da casa non è per tutti. Devi avere un cuore grande, grande a sufficienza per far da valigia a tutto ciò che lasci: gioie e dolori, amici e amori. Questo bagaglio cardiaco che batte anche quando tocchi un suolo che non ti appartiene o quando sei steso su un materasso che non ha la tua forma e un cuscino scomodo, e guardi il soffitto chiedendoti dove stai andando. Amici che non sono i tuoi, una città che non è tua. Devi avere un cuore grande, così grande da far spazio a cose nuove. Un cuore che a volte temi che altri si siano scordati, perché il presente ha preso il sopravvento nelle loro vite. Un cuore grande, ma non troppo forte. Allora è lì che si ferma un attimo. Va in arresto, ti confonde e non sa più chi sei. Così ti stendi sul materasso che ora ha subito un po' il tuo peso, e il cuscino è più molle da una parte e ti chiedi chi stai diventando più che dove stai andando. Perché quando parti, più che muoverti verso una destinazione, vai verso un destino, il TUO.

Living away from home is not for everyone.

You must have a big heart, big enough to pack everything you leave:

Joys and pains, friends and loves.

This heart luggage that beats even when you touch a soil that doesn't belong to you or when you're laying on a mattress that doesn't have your shape and an uncomfortable pillow, and you look at the ceiling

Friends who are not yours, a city that is not yours.

You must have a big heart, so big to make room for new things.

A heart that sometimes themes that others have forgotten, because the present has taken over in their lives.

A big heart, but not too strong.

So that's where it stops.

He goes under arrest, he confuses you and he doesn't know who

So you spread on the mattress that now has a little bit of your weight, and the pillow is more springs on one side and you wonder who you're becoming more than where you're going

Because when you leave, more than moving towards a destination, go towards a destiny, yours.

[memestashhash]

[moretoremeber]

Σὲ περιμένω παντοῦ Κι ἂν ἔρθει κάποτε ἡ στιγμὴ νὰ χωριστοῦμε, ἀγάπη μου, μὴ χάσεις τὸ θάρρος σου. Ἡ πιὸ μεγάλη ἀρετὴ τοῦ ἀνθρώπου, εἶναι νὰ ᾿χει καρδιά. Μὰ ἡ πιὸ μεγάλη ἀκόμα, εἶναι ὅταν χρειάζεται νὰ παραμερίσει τὴν καρδιά του.

[moretoremeber]

I will light the match this morning so I won't be alone Watch as she lies silent For soon light will be gone Oh I will stand arms outstretched pretend I'm free to roam Oh I will make my way through one more day in hell How much difference does it make? How much difference does it make yeahI will hold the candle till it burns up my arm Oh I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired Oh I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind Hey, I won't change direction And I won't change my mindHow much difference does it make? How much difference does it make?I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune I will scream my lungs out till it fills this roomHow much difference? How much difference? How much difference does it make? How much difference does it make?