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In the end, the darkness is lonelier than expected.

"That's the difference between you and me, Rui," he said, voice rough. "You want to save the world and the innumerable fools in it, whether they deserve a chance or not. But I-I would give up this entire world for a single breath to leave your lips again."

Talk about foreshadowing, it's so clear where this is going lmao

"I've asked Gran, but she says some stories are meant to be hidden and never told or something ludicrous like that."
(...)
"Surrounded by blank pages, the promise of beginnings with endings yet unwritten... it's hopeful, isn't it?"

The girl wasn't supposed 3 be born;

Man the amount of spelling mistakes and wrongfully placed, floating sentences on the top and bottom of pages - wtf are you doing FairyLoot :/

"I do not trust fate," Four said, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice.
"Fate binds us, connects us through past, present, and future. Our trust and distrust plays no part. It simply is," One said.

She says it's too easy to call people evil insted of their choices, and that lets people justify making evil choices, because they convince themselves that it's okay because they're still good people overall, inside their own heads.

'... always tries to see the good side of people; to find the excuse. But sometimes there isn't a good side. There isn't an excuse.'

I was so busy chasing after him, so desperate, so sure of myself. I never looked closely enough at what I was chasing. I never stopped to ask if he really was the answer. I've been such an idiot. (2)

Damn this one feels personal lmao

Because Josh was never really that interested in me.
It hits me like a drench of cold water. A final, mortifying insight, that instantly has the feel and ring of truth to it. All the time we were together, Josh never challenged me, never gave me a hard time, barely even remembered the fine details of my life. The truth is, he was laid-back because he didn't care. Not about me. Not enough, anyway. (1)

'Life is like an escalator. You see, it carries on regardless. And you might as well enjoy the view and seize every opportunity while you're passing. Otherwise it'll be too late.'

Otherwise you're not really living. You're just functioning.'
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'People break up, it's just the way things are. And you can't dwell on what might have been. you have to look at what is.' (2)

'You can't exist like that. You can't lead your life in tunnel vision. You have to open your eyes and look around. You have to move on.'
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'So, what, you're just treading water, just existing, waiting until you feel better? Well, you never will! Not unless you do something about it! If you're going to live in a place, doesn't matter how long, you need to engage with it. (1)

'Because you can want and want. But if he doesn't want you back, you might as well wish the sky were red.'

'You could spend your whole life hoping and believing! If a love affair is one-sided, then it's only ever a question, never an answer. You can't live your life waiting for an answer.'

'Het kan je dood worden als je nu naar binnen gaat. Misschien veroorzaak je zelfs de dood van je eigen dochter. Denk toch na, mens! Is dat wat je wilt?'

Fucking finally, man wat is zij bloedirritant

Wanting is why people get up in the morning. It gives them something to dream of at night. The more I wanted, the more I became like them, the more real I became.

This is the problem with even lesser demons. They come to your doorstep in velvet coats and polished shoes. They tip their hats and smile and demonstrate good table manners. They never show you their tails.

But as you leave that dark gap in the trees behind, remember that to use a thing is not to own it. And should you ever take a bride, listen closely to her questions. In them you may hear her true name like the thunder of a lost river, like the sighing of the sea.

Now, if you have been foolish enough to wander from the path, it is up to you to make your way back to the road. Follow the voices of your worried companions and perhaps this time your feet will lead you past the rusting skeleton of a waterwheel resting in a meadow where it has no right to be. If you are lucky, you will find your friends again. They will pat you on the back and soothe you with their laughter.

This goes to show you that sometimes the unseen is not to be feared and that those meant to love us most are not always the ones who do.

You see, some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled - not with all the good food or sunshine in the world. That emptiness cannot be banished, and so some days we wake with the feeling of the wind blowing through, and we must simply endure it as the boy did.

Real life was no fairy story. Reality was the knowledge that a secret passion in isolation was one thing - but conducted among the mess of broken families, it was quite another. Reality was the knowledge that some pieces of perfection simply weren't worth the price.

Misschien is het doormaken daarvan de reden dat we door blijven gaan en vooruitkomen. Het is wat ons drijft. Misschien moeten we eerst een beetje in de war raken, voordat we een stap verder kunnen gaan. Houd vast aan het leven!

Wees niet bang in het donker, soms is het er alleen om een vonk aan te wakkeren. Het maakt niet uit hoe sterk we zijn. Een trauma laat altijd een litteken achter. Het achtervolgt ons naar huis, het verandert ons leven. Een trauma brengt iedereen in de war. Maar misschien is dat juist het punt. Al die pijn en de puinhoop.

Er is een wildgroei aan coaches die slechts een driedaagse cursus gevolgd hebben en andermans kwetsbaarheid nodig hebben voor hun eigen bestaan.

AMEN gosh al die nepcoaches

I'm alive!!! Sorry for disappearing, hopefully coming back to reading now

-Can I ask a stupid question?
-No. You cannot.
-Then, can I ask a really smart question?
-As you wish.

lmao

It's a cat-and-mouse thing, or is it the chicken or the egg? She backs off because I come on too strong. I come on stronger because I feel her slipping away.

Ik ben Afwijkend.
En ik kan niet in bedwang gehouden worden.

Er lagen honderdduizenden bevroren lijken onder de Bottenweg. Ze reden over ijzige graven vol gaten en bandensporen - ze reden er al over sinds ze aan de reis waren begonnen - en er waren nog honderden kilometers te gaan.

Ooooo chills!!!