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It's really difficult for me to say what I mean. And it's more difficult for me to find somebody who knows what I mean when I don't say it. But everybody is like that, which is why we all form bonds with the ones who 'get' us most.
But if you understand me too much, I feel exposed. As if you know all my secrets, and there's nothing new to me anymore. I'd feel boring because you think you know what I mean when I don't say anything.

Eventually, somebody will be the right balance.

I think that's a good reason to love somebody: you know, yet you realize that there's always more.

SCREAMING

quick send help

c:

when five fell

We delight in the promise of falling for love.
We crumble in the dread of falling from love.
Everyone falls. Everything falls.

morning

How lucky are we to simply wake each day. How blessed to see the colors, the light. Do not lose sight of this, do not forget. When you treat each breath as a gift you never expected to get, it’s so much harder to be anything other than elated when you open them.

Letters to a Young Poet

I want to beg of you much as I can to be patient toward all that’s unsolved in your heart, and learn to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms, or like books that are written in a very foreign tongue.

Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given you, because you would not be able to live them, and the point is to live everything.

Live the question now, perhaps you will then, gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

Rainer Maria Rilke