Unique G.

a free space to jot my thoughts and realizations about life hoping someone out there feels the same

[uniquerants]

What is love, really?

It’s been years and i still don’t know how to grasp the concept of love, sometimes i blame my fucked up family for this. I don’t know what real love is, I actually have no idea what i truly think of it. Is it love still, when someone exerts so much effort into someone and then decides to cheat in the end? can you still call that love? Or did love not exist in the first place? was it nothing but an infatuation? how can you differentiate love from infatuation at this point? There was a time that i really believe that if someone cheats in a relationship that means love was never there, in that person’s heart that is. Through the years, through my previous relationships my concept of love gets deformed somehow but lately i realized that how i viewed love before never left me. What is love truly based on? Is it based on effort? Or how long you’ve been together? Or how much you’ve compromised? After all the things i heard about love, I’m getting to the point that love isn’t a beautiful thing like how the world portrayed it to be. I’m getting the idea that love is based on how much suffering you can take for it to work and I’m starting to think that there is no healthy relationships out there. Love itself is toxic. They say love is supposed to make you feel happy, contented and secured but does it really?

—unique g.

[booksquoteslife]

[ashstfu]

‘you okay?’ nah dude i want to be mysterious and enigmatic but instead i'm weird and grotesque and i never shut up.

[gloombog]

excerpts from “catastrophe is next to godliness” by franny choi (august 2020)

[ikariyuiofficial]

[Text ID:

Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe. Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in. I want an excuse to change my life.

Lord, if I say Bless the cold water you throw on my face, does that make me a costume party. Am I greedy for comfort if I ask you not to kill my friends; if I beg you to press your heel against my throat - not enough to ruin me, but just so - just so I can almost see your face -

/End ID].

[sweatermuppet]

from on mass hysteria by sam sax

[Text ID: who’s more deranged, the viewer or subject? who carries the wound, the one who wields the lash or the one who bears it?

perhaps mass hysteria is a cousin of empathy. your neighbor weeps so you weep. your neighbor needs a man dead so you kill him. /End ID]

[booksquoteslife]

“Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.”

— Virginia Woolf

[booksquoteslife]

“Years ago I cared. Now I don’t. I know I am lost but I don’t want to be found.”

— Henry Rollins, Solipsist

[thoughtkick]

“Speak your heart. If they don’t understand, the message was never meant for them anyway.”

— Yasmin Mogahed

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[marineashnalikyan]

True peace is knowing yourself.

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[uniquerants]

Soul Searching

I always had this unutterable desire or attraction towards people with depth for as long as I can remember. When I speak of depth, I mean people who are so keen on exploring the world and seeing it in different perspectives. The ones that would have this desire to someday move out of their hometown and move some place where no one knows them, you could say I have this knack for soul searchers; you know the ones that are so insistent in self-growth. I find people contented in living in their hometowns for the rest of their lives, so shallow and truthfully speaking; i think they are unhappy but are unaware of it. There's so much to the world that they're missing out by staying where they've always been, who knows they might be the complete opposite of what they are at the moment if only they sought out that missing piece in their soul but then again i might be wrong and not everyone have the urge that we have, to find the missing piece of the puzzle. Maybe this is coming from a biased perspective for I am one of them, soul searchers I mean.

Somehow, I find people like I am, lonely, and I think meeting another like us is the best thing that could happen. Not having someone alike, someone that knows how you feel and acknowledges it would make the loneliness twofold. But just the acknowledgment of the feeling is everything, even if they don’t understand it. Most people just shrug it off and label it as “mid-life crisis” for they couldn’t comprehend what the feeling really is. People are so quick to dismiss the things they don’t understand, that’s human nature.

Desperately searching our whole lives for something to validate our existence, our purpose for the world can be wearying but somehow it feels like when you go on with that journey there's something within you that would spark up and come alive; something that would actually make sense for the first time and would make us think, " I made it, this is what I've been longing for my whole life."

[r-siken-deactivated20210531]

wishbone, richard siken

[qvotable]

“Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart”

— William C. Hannan