You may have won this battle but the war is still going on. I will finally win and it will cause you to lose control of me. There will be smile across my face because I will be free. You cause so much uncomfortable situations in my life that one day it will be gone. I will be finally strong enough to not let you be happy of my misfortunate anymore. You seen me suffer so much in your pleasure that one day you won’t be happy. My suffer will end and I will once again rejoice my happiness for eternity. Soon my day will raise and you will fail. You will stop watching me crumble into bits and start watching me grow, grow into a beautiful human being. It will make you sick to your bones and you will lose all control. That is when I will break free.
I miss him so much. I just want him here. I just want to hug him, to squeeze the liver out of him. Oh… Where art thou be? Please see me soon.
Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (via observando)
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.