You have to soldier on, no matter how hard, because you are not your heartbreak. You cannot let that heartbreak define you.
Being empathetic is easier said than done.
Love like you don’t give a fuck about what people are going to think. Stop factoring in outside perspectives when it comes to how you feel. Remember your heart belongs to you, and only you, and there’s no way random strangers could ever know what’s best for it.
When I’m with you, the whole world goes quiet.
It’s like asking God for the right person to show up but when the right person shows up, you’re not there to open the door. Instead, your friend opens the door and says hi to your right person.
It’s quite masochistic to numb yourself to feeling in order to be the one who has more control.
They don’t know that sometimes a smile is the only way to hide your pain and sometimes it’s the only way to show that you’re not broken inside.
The heart doesn’t always listen to the brain. No matter how hard you plead. No matter how logical you try to be.
You are everything I never knew existed. Everything I wished for, but thought was impossible.
Apologized to my diary, an inanimate notebook, about how bad I’ve been about writing in it regularly.