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I can’t believe how much I used to feel. I can’t feel a thing now.
SP. 104 - Alita: Battle Angel (2018)
Alita’s heart.
My favourite person.
“To love someone is to show to them their beauty, their worth and their importance.”
— Jean Vanier
My first favorite Blake song.
“Someone who loves you wouldn’t put themselves in a position to lose you.”
— @trentsheldon
People can often pinpoint the exact moment when their life went to shit. Because being miserable usually comes from very specific reasons. You may have even thought of a moment right now. Meeting someone. Choosing the wrong major or job. Or maybe even letting someone go. It was the worst mistake you ever made, and you are very aware of it. A specific moment in time. But why do we always think about these things when trying to figure out how we got here? How we got so fucking miserable? Why don’t we do this as often when it’s the other way around. How come it’s harder to pinpoint the exact moment your life started to change for the better? Maybe you also thought about a moment just now. What steered you into a life of ultimate happiness. It can be the tiniest thing ever. It may have even happened years before you actually started to feel happy and content with life. I can tell you about mine. For me, it was a song. A song that made a man think about me when he heard it for the first time. A song that made him reach out to me, thankfully, and say: “Listen, I think you’ll love this.” It was just a song. It all went up from there. Three years later, I look back and see that that was the tiny event that changed my life into what it is now. A life full of friendship and love and good things. One single song. It saved my life.
An addition to the collection.
“It’s better to have nobody than to have someone who is half there, or doesn’t want to be there.”
— Angelina Jolie
I don’t care, this is still my wedding song.
Apparently brilliant songs about regret all involve tail lights, dark, and yelling/calling out to someone.
It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning. It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself. But I keep swallowing what I thought was air. I keep finding stones tied to my feet.
Hannah Baker
El amor no tiene que ser simple, pero sí tiene que ser fácil.