i guess it’s time to learn to be emotionally independent

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i guess it’s time to learn to be emotionally independent
i don’t honestly think that opposites attract in every way. As an anxious being, how do I get to work with a nonchalant person that I call my closest friend? He’s the only one who I rely on. I’ve grown dependent on him but sometimes, I just don’t understand why he doesn’t seem to care or make effort— especially in the aspect of being mu emotional support. I needed encouragement, words of affirmation, but I guess those are his weaknesses (he said it himself, actually).
Or do I just fail to see them? Because I wanted to receive a different treatment? To receive something more or something else?
— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”
Not anymore.🙏
please don’t leave me
can't
breathe
i honestly don't know what to feel anymore;
the thought of losing you punches my soul
but the thought of letting you go tickles my heart
I am convinced that human life is filled with many pure, happy, serene examples of insincerity, truly splendid of their kind-of people deceiving one another without (strangely enough) any wounds being inflicted, of people who seem unaware even that they are deceiving one another.
- Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
have you ever wanted someone so badly that you started to burst into tears?
how does it feel, then, to feel nothing at all?
“Being pleasing to the eye does not in and of itself qualify something as truly beautiful. What really matters is substance. Beauty for beauty’s sake is not sincere; it is not, in the end, authentic. Such beauty is essentially empty, and has no truth capable of moving people.”
—
Sakaguchi Ango, “A Personal View of Japanese Culture”
I choose to choose you over and over again
you are my comfort place in this cruel and confusing world
home is wherever you are
it's on normal days like this when I think about you the most