Leave comeuppance to fate. It’ll have a better way of handling it for sure.💁
I miss that feeling when you go to sleep at night and when you wake up in the morning. It’s the feeling that everything is alright in the world. You know, that amazing feeling when you’re whole, that you’ve got everything you want, that you aren’t missing anything. Sometimes when I wake up, I get it for a moment. It lasts a few seconds, but then I remember what happened, and how nothing has been the same since.
One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
In a way, you are poetry material. You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via kafkaesque-world)
It’s because people have this determined belief that things will always work themselves out in the end, that if you tough out the rough shit, the pieces will always fall where you want them to; it was just a matter of patience. As if life is testing how bad you really want it. You endure the brutal winter for a bountiful spring, right? Sometimes patience has nothing to do with it. And sometimes, no matter how much you tough it out, you’re not supposed to, and the pieces will absolutely not fall where you fucking want them to.
So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us—that’s snatched right out of our hands—even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Name’s always misspelled,but is spelled out the same,everytime. :)
I had goosebumps! Kulang na lang lumabas si Britney Spears! 😱 @crangbaragadmd I hope you saw this. It’s a 110-second travel back to our #NSYNC fangirl-ing days.😄