I Got The World On A String

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[thejay773]

“You have to go thru loneliness to get to solitude”

[drewwise]

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀ ϩⓄϩӠ

[ownheartbeating-deactivated2024]

Happy New Year!

[impressiveexcess]

[celebs-uhq-deactivated20231231]

Diane Guerro

[thepersonalwords]

““Remember, being yourself is the only way to find out who truly cares and loves you for you.” TheGoodVibe”

—

[perfectfeelings]

“The strongest people have a past filled with chaos, heart break and disappointment.”

— r.h. Sin

[deseos-de-la-via-lactea]

[thoughtkick]

“People may not always tell you how they feel about you, but they will always show you. Pay attention.”

— Unknown

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.

Unknown

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.

C.S. Lewis

[what-iz-life]

You need to understand the difference between someone who actually values you and someone who just wants access to your energy, feed off your intense emotions, and take advantage of your generosity.

[what-iz-life]

Normalize not forcing people to choose you. If they think they can find better elsewhere – let them. Respectfully.

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

Some people will never fit into your life, no matter how much you want them to.

Unknown

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

If you hear people from my past speak of me. Keep in mind they are speaking of a person they don’t even know any more.

Unknown

[theidealistphilosophy]

…the worst part about being lied to is knowing you weren’t worth the truth.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Source Unlisted.

[beljar]

My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.

Jean-Paul Sartre, from Nausea, 1938