flinch-nerds:

This tweet is so important to me
I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live and see the seasons change, to have gifts at Christmas and at my birthday, to travel sometimes, to have a good education and a great access to culture. I’m flattered when people compliment me, when peole smile at me, when people are polite to me. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful ; I have every reason in the world to be happy. A few reasons why I’ll always prefer living (by elsablt)

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“I mean, God bless The Notebook. It introduced me to one of the great loves of my life. But people do Rachel and me a disservice by assuming we were anything like the people in that movie. Rachel and my love story is a hell of a lot more romantic than that. It wasn’t the attention that broke us up, I don’t know what to say. The only thing I remember is we both went down swingin’ and called it a draw.”
- Ryan Gosling
the vent 4/22

i dont know about anyone else, but when i get upset, or am emotionally rubbed the wrong way

i get this feeling in my upper stomach, below my diaphragm, and it feels like ice and fire burning slowly, the ice never melting, never cooling, the fire never waning,

i dont know what it is, but i feel it every time. and i feel it now, i feel like its anger, i feel like its hate, i feel like its hurt.. n im tired of always being so hurt all the time, I wonder why i’m like this, why my hurt, n disappointments always turn to anger, rage, nothing else.

i’m starting to think its because i treat every single fucking thing like its a personal attack towards me, i dont know why i do this.. I just do. everything is personal,

when its really just not.. and i can’t ever take five minutes to stop and think, maybe this happened, just because it fucking happened, not because the world is transpiring against me, maybe this person said this because they’re having a really shitty day, not because they think I’m a shitty person

its so hard to think of the world impersonally, because its like this is my experience, this is all i know; how i see/view things, but now im starting to see that how i view things is so twisted, distorted, and unreal.. & because of this i’m starting to doubt everything even my own fleeting thoughts and feelings

if i am not my thoughts then what am i? if i’m not my emotions then what am i? i dont know.

i just hope i figure this shit out soon

i’m on the verge of pushing pushing PUSHING the fucking love of my life away, i’m on the verge of pushing EVERYONE the fuck away, because nothing makes sense, and everything hurts and im just irreversibly sensitive, & cant deal with my own sensitiveness. 

venting actually helps so much tho. Peace yall.


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The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They’re there to stop the other people. Randy Pausch (via surahnumber8)

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people without passwords on their phones are the strongest and most terrifying people you will ever meet

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