My boyfriend once asked me why I have this page… He couldn’t understand that people tend to get anonymous sometimes to find the freedom to express themselves. I needed that freedom in order to shout my desperation. All people have secrets within them, their own demons that keep them awake every night. I told you that remember?

You said that I didn’t and I still don’t value our relation. That’s not true my love. I’m no good with words I admit it. Sometimes I say the wrong phrase at the wrong time and you get hurt over and over. I’m sorry that I cannot fix my problem but that’s the gift you’ve made me. Can’t you see? That the only thing to believe that is something wrong with me it’s just that.

When I created my tumblr page I was lost. And you’ve helped me not only to find my way back but to become a much more stronger person.

When you met me and you comforted me you’ve told me that I’m a beautiful person, inside and out.

Because of you my love, my friend, my partner, everyday becomes bearable. Sometimes I even get a happily ever after, other times I lose myself in my own nightmares. But because of you I can now say to all of you out there that are suffering right now that :

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

Every day A fight is going on inside me. It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you.

Which wolf will win?

Well, The one you feed.

At the end of the day, You cannot escape, The shadows in your heart.

What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you:

‘This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more’ …

Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus?

Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: ‘You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.

We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us.

But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong.

Why is this?

Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way.

But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness.

And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate.

Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for.

You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think,

“This is the problem I want to have.”

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

Let our scars fall in love.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone.

This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost.

For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now.

Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it’s time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don’t even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.

athina-pappa:

#sevenyearzahead#

Émile Zola once said: “If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.”

Today I’ll honor this one because she reminds me of this saying…

She’s gonna be great… I can almost feel it!

Check her posts!!! Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life, right?

Well, they do say opposites attract…so I sincerely hope you meet somebody who is attractive, honest, intelligent, and cultured.

Rochester: “Jane, be still; don’t struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.”

Jane: “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.”

I’m so tired…

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them.

The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places.

But those that will not break it kills.

It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially.

If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

That was the thing.

You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone.

Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted,

someone points it out to you,

and it just hits you all over again,

that shocking.