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When you share really personal shit about urself and it’s fine in the moment and u feel good but like three hours later you’re like why did I say that?????? and your brain is literally flicking the lights on and off screaming welcome to hell!!! welcome to hell!!!

I think of human existence as being like a two-story house. On the first floor people gather together to take their meals, watch television, and talk. The second floor contains private chambers, bedrooms where people go to read books, listen to music by themselves, and so on. Then there is a basement;
this is a special place, and there are a number of things stored here. We don’t use this room much in our daily life, but sometimes we come in, vaguely hang around the place. Then, my thought is that underneath that basement room is yet another basement room. This one has a very special door, very difficult to figure out, and normally you can’t get in there—some people never get in at all… . You go in, wander about in the darkness, and experience things there you wouldn’t see in the normal parts of the house. You connect with your past there, because you have entered into your own soul. But then you come back. If you stay over there for long you can never get back to reality. Haruki Murakami
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Don’t tell me there’s no place for innocent hearts in this world. Don’t tell me I need to accept what I don’t believe in. I respect it. Don’t confuse my values for my stubbornness, although I am stubborn. Don’t confuse my positive attitude for being naive. Allow me to wrap my heart around you for a moment. Listen to this. Innocent hearts may not belong anywhere in this world but they are big enough for any heart in this world. Innocent hearts belong in innocent hearts. Innocent hearts belong in the hearts of those who genuinely want happiness. Najwa Zebian, Mind Platter
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I don’t want you to be just another sad song.” she said. “A song that I cannot listen to anymore. I don’t want you to be just another painful ending. A beautiful sunset that will be different the next day. It feels heavy thinking that you will be just another memory that I cannot grasp to anymore. I wanted to grab you and hold you forever. I can’t just let you be another beautiful disaster that made me feel something I can’t quite understand. I can’t. Please, I don’t want you to be temporary. Because you already have the part of my life, which I give to someone who is permanent. Someone who I never wanted to leave.ma.c.a // Tattoo and Melodies (via vomitingwords)

Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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