"I just want to be okay for a day. I want to wake up and be happy to be alive. I want to enjoy the company of people around me. I want to look in the mirror and be happy with what I see. I want to breathe the air freely and enjoy life."
— things people with mental illnesses wish they could do
“Just because they keep coming back doesn’t mean it’s out of love. They kiss your ass, play the victim card, make you feel guilty for trying to move on and promises to change… Not because they are crazy in love, but because they are testing and experimenting with their control over you, trying to see which buttons they can push to get you to take them back.”
— (via perrfectly)
“My mother told me when I was young that there are two types of girls that will love me: 1. The girl who makes me happy but makes me feel unloved. 2. The girl who makes me sad but makes me feel loved. She told me that on rare occasions I’d find both qualities in one girl. But not every boy is lucky to find both qualities in one girl. So if I ever have to choose between the two, she told me, to always choose the girl who makes me happy because that’s what she always wanted for me. Yet I don’t want a girl who makes me happy. I want a girl who makes me feel loved. So if I ever have to choose between the two, I will always choose the girl who makes me sad.”
— juansen dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 113
“If you’re meant to be with someone, it will work out. Whether it’s next month or in five years, what’s meant to be will always be.”
“I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.”
—
Nikita Gill
You had hardly described our meeting in Berlin when I was already dreaming of it…we weren’t walking arm in arm, admittedly, but we were closer to each other than when people are arm in arm. Oh God, it’s difficult to describe on paper my invention for not walking arm in arm, not being conspicuous, but still walking very close to you…
But wait, I’ll draw it. Walking arm in arm is like this. But we were walking like this.
Franz Kafka, Letter to Felice Bauer, February 11th/12th, 1913
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