There are two kinds of love. In the safe kind, you look for someone who’s exactly like you. It’s what most folks settle for. But then there’s the other kind of love. Everyone’s born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave for that piece that’s a perfect fit. You’ll search for it forever if you have to. And if you’re lucky enough to find it, and because it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. But then, of course, when you try to get close to the other half, you don’t fit anymore. That kind of love.. you come out of it a different person than you were when you started.
You can get over it. You can have the worst stuff in the world happen to you, and you can get to the other side. All you have to do is survive.
A heart breaking isn’t always as loud as a bomb exploding, sometimes it can be as quiet as a feather falling and the most painful thing is, no one really hears it. Except you.
You know the difference between good and bad, right and wrong. No matter how much the voice inside your head tries to fool you, deep down, you know how your actions will affect the universe around you. Obey the silence inside. Ignore the noise.
We won’t always know whose lives we touched and made better for our having cared, because actions can sometimes have unforeseen ramifications. What’s important is that you do care and you act.
Have you ever been in a situation where you’re doing nonsensical shit (things due to intoxication) with a group of friends and your elder sister is so into it as well, and when your dad found out & got mad… scolded her, and then asked her to give you a whallop & a talk down about the fact that what we did was wrong & he doesn’t want it to happen again.
You really want me to take her seriously?