icannotstopthinking

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Deep in your wounds are seeds waiting to grow into beautiful flowers.

Niti Majethia

i dont like them.

not at all

we may walk the same path but surely dont breathe the same air

their gaze makes me blind

omnipresent in my mind

wasting my time, stealing whats mine

i read so much stuff for uni today,, for my philosophy classes - my mind is so confused and yet so clear; it is truly beautiful to gain knowledge

in fact i believe that the source for unhappiness and confusion is only having superficial knowledge while u believe u found the answers to ur questions-

You have to have a dream so you can get up in the morning.

Billy Wilder (via stay-close)

Some say I’m too sensitive but the truth is I just feel too much. Every word, every action and every energy goes straight to my heart.

Nofacewrites (via thoughtkick)

I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.

Iain S. Thomas (via thoughtkick)

what is your etiquette coquette? 

how can impress you?

do u like the sound of my voice when i talk after i laughed?

do u like my lipstick? - it was quite expensive?

do u like my taste of music? - i think its quite special

if u even knew how obsessed i am with the idea to impress u.

etiquette coquette..

what is this?

is it a lifestyle or a prison?

do i express myself or have i locked myself in?

i feel the windbreeze,, the only indication that i aint in a prison, i have the option to be free-

i want to live for myself

even the color of the sky influences the mood -

lisa told me that its not possible to live in a world with no influence at all -

i knew she was right the second she finished her sentence

the mood took me to this conflict of mine & today i know i shouldnt be surprised about peoples power - people talk & influence other people that will also influence other people etc etc etc

why did this confuse me back then?

when even the sound of the wind makes us feel things?

why did it confuse me when even the sound of the rain is heard?

it confused me although the white skies could change my whole mood-

today i know how i act in this world influences others

i say things and they get repeated

i have silent admirers because admirers are always silent

just like i am when i admire someone

the question that remains is whether it is lack of courage, shyness, jealousy or pride that makes us stay silent

lack of courage often is rewritten as pride - just to make it easier for the ego to understand

why oh why is my heart possessive?

“A good will is good not because of what it effects, or accomplishes, not because of its fitness to attain some intended end, but good just by its willing, i.e. in itself; and, considered by itself, it is to be esteemed beyond compare much higher than anything that could ever be brought about by it in favor of some inclinations, and indeed, if you will, the sum of all inclinations. Even if by some particular disfavor of fate, or by the scanty endowment of a stepmotherly nature, this will should entirely lack the capacity to carry through its purpose; if despite its greatest striving it should still accomplish nothing, and only the good will were to remain (not of course, as a mere wish, but as the summoning of all means that are within our control); then, like a jewel, it would still shine by itself, as something that has full worth in itself". 

-Immanuel Kant

how come i hate myself, yet i love u for being so much like me?

the key to solve ur problems is the same that brought the problems.

“I mean, we’re all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren’t we?”

— Robert Ludlum, The Bourne Identity

““Sometimes you have to forget who you are to learn who you want to be.” - AJ Saleh, “Nujoom””

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can we take a long ride?

& never arrive anywhere

my meditation is in not having a destination.

im hating my nightdreams, not fulfilling my needs i cant control the action, nor their reaction cant deal being powerless, everythings moving so fast and i just want to wake up

one’s bloom is another’s doom

who awakened my anger

who condemned it

and turned it into sadness

hated the sadness,

turned it into wrath

isn‘t it crazy that we cannot understand the language of the flowers, yet they can understand us?

just an infp crustacean, tryna get a harder shell

the hate in his heart is just an indication for how loving he can be

i love how they tell me i should not be daydreaming all the time

but once i am in my room,, surrounded by all the posters of videogames&animes i love i cannot stop thinking about the „real“ world, about things ppl told me

rainy autumn day, hot chocolate & a philosophic book while sitting in a cafe

Everybody I ever loved, I still love a little.

Marilyn Monroe to Hedda Hopper, 1961 (via thoughtkick)

no reason to hate since we all kinda relate

they laugh, if u dont know enough

they kill, if u know too much

actually if someones got a problem w me, its his problem.

why do i make it my own?

god‘s tears,

natures’ refreshment