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Nothing ever appears so beautiful as the moment you know it’s lost.
Funny how close the words “believed” and “beloved” are.
Ignorance is, yes, bliss but you know what’s even more so? Unconsciousness.
But home is just another four-letter word.
Grief is like lightning. It strikes with a shock of electricity powerful enough to shatter a life into pieces, powerful enough to stop a heart in its place. But that’s just its horrific moment of discovery. That strike is only the start of something. Once it passes, the thunder, the rain, the wind blows in—mean, wet, and howling.
reminding me I am never truly alone. Reminding me there is hope if I keep looking for it. Reminding me that in the darkness of an unknown future, possibility still glimmers.
When life itself feels impossible, impossibilities start to resemble possibilities.
There’s a difference between forgiveness and a willingness to keep loving someone despite the pain they’ve caused.
Love is just another kind of ache.
As a child I feared monsters but as an adult, it’s so much worse. Now I fear I could become one.
Is that how the present is? Just a silly lie of self-importance that will soon fade? Is that all life
life is constant turnover, if you are truly living. Only when you die do you stop changing, do you find stillness.
