Beware ... I walk my talk

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Love Begins
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YOU ARE THE REASON

if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature
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One Nice Bug Per Day
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
Noah Kahan
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@thiswindyplace
Beware ... I walk my talk
the peak of sadness is laughing
the peak of happiness is crying
and the peak of anger is silence
Unknown
Revenge is quite a cheap thing for my character. Deleting you from my life is fair enough.
@thiswindyplace
If I have to convince you to treat me right, you are already the wrong person
The Human Soul Is Deeper Than Hell Because Hell Doesn't Pretend To Be Good
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Your loneliness is precious to you. I know. Does it disturb you to know you are dear to me? Do not let it. It is such a quiet feeling. It is like a light coming into a room - moonlight
Katherine Mansfield
I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands
Madeline Miller
do you also relax to this kind of music?
Of course, I do it alone. I always have. No handouts. No applause. No safety net. Solitude forged my discipline, silence sharpened my focus, and pressure built my spine. While others waited for help, I became self-sufficient. Alone isn’t lonely—it’s lethal growth.
I chose this solitude. Or perhaps it chose me - an unspoken pact made in silence, in the hollow hours where no voices linger but my own. Here, where the winds sing only to themselves, and the sun strips away all the illusion, I find clarity. Painful, sharp edged clarity.
FTBN
Realness and loyalty aren't options on my table; they are the table
unknown
There is a certain beauty in not being fully here. Some people want clarity. Sharpness. Definition. I have always been more interested in blur. In what happens when outlines dissolve.
* FTBN
My best decision I ever made was to be quiet . I have nothing to prove. I am not convincing anyone that I'm a great person. I am not fixing what I didn't break. I am not fighting for anyone to see my worth. Whatever you do is on you. As for me, I'm moving forward, free and at peace.