When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?Sherrilyn Kenyon (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
You know i need to learn how to forgive myself. And am not quite sure how to begin… There are things your are not suppose to learn in school… If its learned in school it would only be Information and a process that not compatible to all. Because in a way we need forgiveness in different paths.
Heres is my conclusion for today. It might be a little harsh. But its how am used to do things. Even though I might have died (spiritualy) am still moving on for me to achieve my pretensions. And its hard to build somenthing and then destroy this only because a mistake. Today I might be dancing in the threshold of loving someone. Of course its hard, I havent achieve loving myself. But whatevs… Eventually everything would stitch together. I cant handle the idea of loving someone and loosing it. I just cant. Maybe is that, maybe I need to learn loosing, and forgive myself of loosing things.
Life goes on, I’ll just found myself and move on.
(Planet of the apes, confrontation)
I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…
Skin patches? Birthmarks?
Scars? Stretch marks?
Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?
Missing a few pieces?
handsome as ever~
Feel like you just look weird?
you’re fantastic looking~
There are three things extremely hard: steel, a diamond, and to know one’s self.Benjamin Franklin (via acrylicalchemy)