You Are Loved

Contemplations

You are loved.

With an everlasting love.

With unfailing kindness.

You are loved.

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Sui

Contemplations, Daily Life

Let me tell you what goes on inside the head of a suicidal, or some of them at least.

First off, no, they don’t really want to die. Unless they’re going through some really intense physical pain, then, otherwise, yeah, maybe they do want to die. But, most don’t. No, emo people are longing for love. They long for affection, for acceptance. They wish to feel wanted and adored.

Why You Shouldn’t Waste Time On Small Talk

Contemplations, Reblogs

Theodore Inquisitor:

I hate small talk.

I find it inauthentic and meaningless. But, for a conversation to level up from petty small talk, one must know the right questions to ask. And, more often than not, that’s easier said than done.

Again, it’s in the woman’s perspective, but you get the point.

On a sidenote, you should definitely read the original post. It’s awesome and explains what we want to talk about instead of small talk and the trivial weather.

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:

If I ever fall in love, it won’t be with a man who talks about the weather.

Sure, maybe it’s nice outside or it’s colder than it’s been all week, and that’s lovely to observe, but I’m not interested in small talk. I simply don’t have the time.

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Breathe

Daily Life

Okay, so today I gave my last letter to my ex-almost.

In retrospect, it’s hella awkward. But, I needed to get it all out of my chest. I apologized for all the things I’ve done that contributed to the deterioration of the relationship, and I expressed my desire to start all over again as friends.

I know it may sound rehashed and repetitive, but I swear that’s the last time.

Well, regardless of what happens from here on out, I’m pretty confident that I’ll face tomorrow contented and with a smile on my face. I’m feeling really pretty good about all of this. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest and I could breathe again.

Thus, the name of the video and this post 😉

Take A Bow

Contemplations

This song is just so hauntingly beautiful.


Take a bow ’cause you played your heart out
And take your time with working the rest out

Try and stay out of your head
I have seen you invent the damnedest things there

Oh, so what?
Maybe she could not really ever see you through herself

Don’t lean back, my friend
There’s not much there that will push you on


Try and stay out of your head
I have seen you invent the damnedest things there

What I Wish I Knew About Love At 20 Years Old

Reblogs

Theodore Inquisitor:

It’s in the female perspective, but you get my point.

“I would have known that if the question is ever between me and another girl, that she should take it, because you should never be one of two options.”

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:

I wish I knew that when he doesn’t call you for one, two, six days in a row, it’s not because he’s playing hard to get – it’s because he’s not interested. I wish I knew that sometimes people just don’t want you, and slowly chipping away at them in an effort to get them to see you for how great you really are only irritates them, and makes you look like a fool. I wish I knew that forcing a formal rejection is not as satisfying as you think it will be – sometimes you really should just let things fade into silence, because it’s much less embarrassing for all parties involved.

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The One Person You Never Really Get Over

Contemplations, Reblogs

Theodore Inquisitor:

This. This fucking article right here.

At the very mention of your name, my heart sinks and my chest caves in. My gut wrenches and I struggle to breathe. No matter how many days, weeks, months (maybe even years) would pass, the ghost of you still lingers inside of me. Haunting me. Gnawing at me from the inside.

I’m moving on, I swear I am. There are even weeks where I forgot you existed or you felt like a distant memory. I’m doing my best to do so. I’m trying to keep myself busy. I’m avoiding triggers as best as I could. But, damn it, no matter how hard I try, you always seem to find a way to get to me.

I know you’re not doing it intentionally, but fuck, why do you have to text me out of nowhere? Why do I have to see you when I park my car? Why do you have to look for me when you visit our office? I’m doing my best to avoid you on social media, but why can’t I escape you in the real world?

Maybe I just need more time.

In all honesty, I’m scared.

I’m scared that what if ten, twenty, years from now, I’d be happily married and then, out of nowhere you come waltzing back into my life. What would I do then? How would I respond?

I pride myself in being loyal and faithful, but having loved you so intimately and intensely, how could I be so sure that I’ll remain faithful and devoted to my wife? How could I be sure that these feelings won’t resurface and destroy the only thing I have left to offer?

I can’t.
Only time will tell.

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:

You’re not over this person probably because they could never love you back the way you wanted them to, the way you needed them to. They were a defective toy that couldn’t be fixed at the shop. This made you so angry and so sad and you tried just so damn hard and everyone knew it but it didn’t work.

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