"I still catch myself feeling blue about things that don’t matter anymore."
- Kurt Vonnegut (via route-s)
(via ef-florescence)
MYNN UP. And no, i'm not vietnamese.
6 months ago
"You never really stop loving someone, you just learn to live without them."
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9 months ago
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It is possible, to reason out the existence of God to a limited extent. Even in ordinary affairs, we know that people do not know who rules, or why, and how he rules. And yet, they know that there is a power, that certainly rules. I confess, that I have no argument, to convince through Reason. Faith, transcends Reason.
Mahatma Gandhi, “On God”
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Source: mformountain
9 months ago
Why is moving on so hard?
Why can’t I just stop; thinking about you talking to other girls, looking out for you in a crowded room, checking your social networks to see what you’ve been up to.
Why can’t I just get that you’re not for me, and that you’ll never be and that’s okay. Because I have my friends, and my family, and you, Oh Lord. This unbelievable being that demands my faith, that seeks my trust, that feeds on my love. My adoration. My worship. I should be filling my heart with your protection, instead of with the possibilities and memories. It’s time to move on Mynn, time to start remembering what it was like before you stepped into my life.
“It was better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all.”
How wrong this has proved to be.
The number of people suffering, the lies told, the hearts broken, the love forgotten, the relationships forsaken, the memories wasted, the opportunities lost.
9 months ago
| Notes: 3
Sometimes I feel inadequate. Not to a particular somebody, but just in general. It eats at me, this inadequacy. Eats at my dreams, my hopes, my confidence. It’s the edgy voice in my head, telling me that I’ll never be as smart, witty, funny, interesting as you. It pops up every now and then, just when I think i’m rid of it, it comes out again. When will it ever go away God? When will I stop wondering if he likes me, or if she wants to be my friend, or if I’ll ever be good enough for You. When will I start seeing that you’ve made me in your image? Albeit the flaws that I see, I have to start believing that I was meant to be the way I am. That it was all crafted out in Your great big, awesome plan.
