#raw thought

[teacupofthought]

What if, no matter what I do, I never truly feel enough?

as a person, as a friend, as a sister, as a partner, as a.........

[teacupofthought]

I think the most aching part is this— realizing the life you once chose, the one you worked so hard to build, no longer feels like yours.

It doesn’t hold you. It doesn’t see you.

And slowly, quietly, you start to lose pieces of yourself in it. One forgotten dream at a time. One silent compromise after another.

But you stay. Not because you want to. But because leaving feels just as impossible as staying.

And that— that’s the part that hurts the most.

[teacupofthought]

“Oh, look! That’s me.” “Honey, that’s a tree.” “I know! People find them when they need something—sometimes just for shade or comfort. Other times, they take a branch, a few leaves… a part of the tree” She smiled faintly, “That’s me.”

[teacupofthought]

To everyone currently feeling stuck in the process of pursuing their dream, please take a moment and ask this to yourself:

Where, today, am I already living a part of this dream—no matter how small?

I hope this helps you as much as it has helped me.

[tmilky]

heartbreaker's justification

i usually don't like to speak of what I can be because I have been her for so long that she seems odd to me someone with such a large heart, and on a larger level, a clever mind and no relation of the academic sort, we're talking when he becomes unkind and she'll take a step back from her feelings and with that she'll unwind relax her claws into the inner workings of his brain, make him fall out of love with his own name, his eyes fall to his watch repeatedly to notice the time. he doesn't want to be here, around anyone but her, he becomes drowned in a life seeking approval and it's a blur, he'll be controlled by her soul stabbing search into his eyes and he never remembers his surroundings, she - i - kill everything I touch when it's no longer the thing I found love in. not your toy, not your lover. yet nothing short of each other. i have been infatuated with so many homes that i built myself in them then was kicked out for another. and with that i learnt is that love is a concept that lives where a poet's ideas are kept, where all of mankind's perfect fantasies are swept - to keep stories alive and life appearing worth the risk, remember this next time you see me and your heart splits. 17:50 2/10/16

[oldloverboy]

Happiness is such a fleeting concept. Easily destroyed and manipulated by others. Greatly fluid and in some ways a pipe dream laid by others. Those you love influence your pipe. Those who can have or gain more control of over you can bend it to their will or break it so that it almost doesn't exist at all. You have to be careful about who you can trust to help you build your pipe dream. For if it allowed for others to influence then is it truely yours?

[sweet-hypocrisy-blog]

Everything is fleeting. Creeping from the depths of my mind without a greeting, And leaving with no apology. The promises & tears, The people & fears, All just as temporary. The world is run with ticking clocks And all emotion tucked into a tight box, Only to escape in passing licks. Misery that kicks you in the gut; Leaves a scar with every cut. And then it's gone. You see, in this world, nothing stays long Pain makes you strong And joy knocks you down The hours pass The feelings don't last Everything is fleeting