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Everybody said, “Follow your heart”. I did, it got broken
Agatha Christie
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“Ever heard of the rule of three? he shouts as we run.
“No!”
“If you save somebody’s life three times, their life belongs to you. You saved my life today, that makes once. Save it twice more an I’m all yers.”Moira Young
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You don’t have to be psychic to end up knowing things you were a lot happier not knowing.
Jordan Castillo Price -
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.
Walt Whitman -
In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?
Ranier Maria Rilke -
I’m merely exploring souls & cities
From the vantage point
Of my ivory tower built,
Built with the assistance
of OpiumThat’s enough, isnt it?
Jack Kerouac -
And all the restless energy floating through me keeps connecting to him and coming back twice as strong, like we’re this closed circuit, and the longer we stay linked, the more powerful the pull between us becomes.
Cora Carmack -
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apartI carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
e.e. cummings -
Fighting your inner demons,
Fighting that inner war.
Not knowing what’s wrong or right.
Asking yourself, “How much more?”How many more endless questions?
How many more sleepless nights?
How much more can I take,
Of life and it’s enternal fight?Trying to heal your pain.
Somehow you can break the broken.
People come but never stay.
No one listens to what you’ve spoken.Love. Trust. Safety. Hope.
It’s gone and fled away.
You have nothing left to your name,
But the scars that always stay.Inferiorty. This is all you feel.
No matter what you do,
You’re never good enough.
And no one has a clue.No one knows,
How you tear yourself apart.
They don’t know
About your abused heart.They’ll never understand
The hate for yourself.
They’ll never see
Your mental health.You want to believe.
Believe you’re worth something.
Believe you’re a good person.
Believe you’re worth loving.But the louder voice denies this.
It tells you no one cares.
That you’re a terrible person.
All you’re doing is wasting air.Inner demons, inner war.
I’m in the middle of it all.
Pulling myself together,
Knowing all I’ll do is fall.Celine Alesha Chadee -
It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.”
“So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.Cassandra Clare
