Sometimes beauty hurts me. Is this a normal reaction?
A wandering mind often trips over the broken thoughts left on the floor.
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(I'm here for my fandoms: Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Who, and Supernatural)
In my head, I have friends. In my head, I am witty, wise, and strong.
In reality, none of those things are true. In reality, I am afraid of everything and can do nothing.
The rift of What Is versus What I Think Should Be causes such pain. I can understand why people who are trans-gendered (is that the right term?) suffer so much and are willing to do so much to equalize their inner reality with their outer reality. Living with the dichotomy of two such different views can be the epitome of inner turmoil. I can only applaud and bow down to those who have the strength and courage to try to align their inner visions with the outside “casing”. I only wish something like that could be done with personalities. I would so have a personality transplant!
I exercised today, so that means I can eat 5 times as much, especially late at night, right?
I wish I felt excitement instead of fear.
I’m gonna prove my mom wrong.
Mom, you were WAY wrong.
Why are there so little reblogs?
What do you mean, a fictional book series or movie? There have been countless that have made a difference in my life.
A difference? One actually kept me alive.
Love is not easy. It requires our greatest strength. Sometimes loving ourselves is the hardest struggle we will ever face in a lifetime.
It’s another great example of easy vs. simple. Love is simple; it just IS, in the same way the sky is blue and made of gases and whatnot. Except it’s more than that, because the sky being blue is a fact: love is a Truth. But loving can be so hard. How do you love all the jackasses in the world? How do you love that fucker that said something really mean, and you don’t even know them? How do you love yourself when you’ve hurt others? How do you love yourself when you’ve failed?
But sometimes you have to remind yourself that you don’t have to like yourself or anyone else, in that moment of total assholery. It’s okay to hate them for being mean. It’s okay to be disappointed in yourself. That doesn’t take away from the fact that you still Love, because Love is overall. Just because you have an argument with a loved one doesn’t mean you have stopped loving them. The argument is the moment; the love is ongoing. Love is encompassing so it includes all the hate and bad times. Love is inclusive; hate (or fear) is exclusive.
This is just the tip of the iceberg, but it’s a start, especially since I kinda just wanted to phone it in today. ;p