Category: gedanken

I’m better than you think. I’m even better tha…

I’m better than you think. I’m even better than I think I am.

Another morning comes. It always does. Time al…

Another morning comes. It always does. Time always moves at the same rate, only feelings have different speeds. Every day can mark a whole lifetime or a single heartbeat, depending on who you spend it with.

I’ve got this tiny pang of regret when I think…

I’ve got this tiny pang of regret when I think of how much I have probably missed out on in the last few years because I was too scared to take a risk, or too shy to speak up, or too worried to be bold. It is my one wild and precious life, after all.

We’re each alone inside our heads, some more s…

We’re each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.

I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted…

I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.

It’s simple. Don’t start something you know yo…

It’s simple. Don’t start something you know you can’t finish and don’t make promises you can’t keep. Be consistent, mean what you say, and let your actions speak for you. All else will fall into place.

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hu…

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.

He looked incredible as always. And he knew it…

He looked incredible as always. And he knew it damn well. A bright smile contouring his confident expression. Her heart clumsily tripped when she saw him there. Standing with his friends. The swirling lights of the club illuminating his whole appearance. And just like that all the confidence she had built up crushed down in a riot of her feelings and the memories they shared. The words he spoke to her just a few weeks ago were still echoing inside her. All she could do was watch him have the time of his life, dancing, drinking and laughing. While she stood there in the middle of a drunk crowd of dancing bodies. Her chest painfully clenching to a tight fist of quiet anger and pain and her every cell longing to be with him, close to him.

You never get over it. But you get to where it…

You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.

When you’re struggling with something, look at…

When you’re struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.