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“Whoever abandoned you in the middle of the ocean has no right to know what the sharks did to you or how you managed back to the shore.”
J'ai l'impression de vivre toutes les émotions à cent à l'heure. Je prends tout à coeur, tout le temps. C'est presque comme si à force de trop en savoir sur les émotions des autres je finissait par me noyer dans les miennes. Dans la sur-interprétation d'un regard, dans un ton un peu monocorde, dans l'absence d'une réponse. Puis on s'isole. On finit par imaginer que le monde nous déteste, que tout le monde n'a toujours fait que nous supporter. Il paraît que la façon dont on croit percevoir les émotions des autres à notre égard est souvent révélateur de la façon dont on se perçoit soi-même. Donc on se demande ce qu'on a pu foirer pour se détester autant. Les gens me déçoivent, continuellement, me prennent pour acquis, et emportent avec eux ce que je leur donne de plus cher sans jamais rien donner en retour. Je suis figée dans le temps, occupée à me demander où est-ce que j'ai foiré. Je n'ai pas la moindre idée de ce qui me retient là où j'ai commencé. Parfois je rêve de tout recommencer à zéro. Je m'imagine petite fille, quand tout n'était que question de possibilités, quand je ne savais pas encore qu'il était possible de se noyer dans le silence, dans le doute, dans la peur, ou dans le chagrin.
"You won’t find the same person twice. Not even in the same person."
« I turn cruel when I am empty.
If I cannot be loved
I must be feared. »
“Si la vida no quiere que vuelvas a ver a alguien, no lo vuelves a ver.
Asà de correcto, asà de exacto, asà de bien.”
Just because I don’t require much doesn’t mean I deserve the bare minimum.
One of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. Someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. Someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. Someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. Someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. Someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. Someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. Someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. You think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.
— Lauren Eden
And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
Person A: "people with a good heart never win"
Person B: "I think it's because people with a good heart aren't in it to win."
Mothers and daughters existing as wretched miroirs of each other.
I am all you could have been and you are all I might be.