"There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls. So never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never."
— Ryan Adams (via psych-facts)
"The loneliest people are the kindest.
The saddest people smile the brightest.
The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they don’t want to see anyone else suffer the way they do."
— Anonymous (via psych-facts)
"it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely."
— unknown (via canhappenlove)
"Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you."
— Ovid (via psych-facts)
"I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
— Maya Angelou (via psych-facts)
"I made myself from all the love you no longer wanted."
— Iain Thomas - I Wrote This For You (via psych-facts)
Aftermath of tangent lines
They say math says the saddest of stories.
I actually agree.
Such as failing the subject itself, or the endless possibilities of the love stories and the puns you can make out of the math topics.
For example, parallel lines tells us that two people have so much in common but are never destined to meet, or asymptotes where two people can get as close as possible but will never be together. While the love in conditional statement where the love two can share are equal, or the desire applied as an identity statement where the love can be confirmed as true, or in an inconsistent statement where the love is in an awful result and considered as false.
Many math lessons can be compared in a metaphorical way with love, but I experience the art of tangent lines and it’s love story most of the time; it just so means that I happen to stumble upon meeting a guy, and I end up being in love at first sight with his physical aspect, making me want to know him better, then we part ways… forever.
I’m not saying that I’m currently looking for love, it’s just that what I feel every time I see strangers that I actually want to know more, I end up having this infatuated feeling.
Is this even normal, or I’m just carried away by my own captivated thoughts?
"Those who are heartless once cared too much."
— –Unknown (via psych-facts)
You try and discover other people’s imperfections, and when you do, you shamelessly laugh at them, ignoring the fact that you yourself is imperfect as well.
You’re not making the world a better place at all.
Why make fun of something so beautiful? Imperfections are attractive, you just fail to see it’s worth.
"What if you didn’t run? This one time. What if you stayed, and let love overtake you?"
I might lose everyone but at least I’d have you.
"Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people."
— Carl Jung (via psych-facts)
"Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are."
— Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger (via wordsnquotes)
You said you’ll always be on my side,
but where were you as I try so hard not sob soundly as the world falls apart on me?