WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow's definitions
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 17, 2013
Get the Lonelinessmug. I thought I thought I knew a thing and knew the thing was true, but as I learned and time went on I gradually grew, and learned the things I thought I knew were really only thoughts, and all the things at times just thoughts entirely for naught, knowledge is a fickle thing and like the brain in grams, that weigh themselves upon the mind and shape the way it scans, for better or for worse and hopefully for better things, you'll learn to know what really is and keep the thoughts just things.
What is a lie but a thought not outweighed by real things, and what is ignorance but real things not being there at all?
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 4, 2020
Get the Ignorancemug. by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 16, 2013
Get the Timemug. "If only they didn't become as psychotically obsessed as they did over that thing because they wouldn't have a police report on then now if they didn't engage in that idiocy."
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 4, 2020
Get the Idiocymug. The psychological shadow of dishonesty, it is the willing exchange of the truth for a lie, because the lie is more palatable.
Those in denial can concoct even the strangest of fictions, but the Truth is stranger than Fiction; for we have made the Fiction to suit ourselves.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 24, 2013
Get the Denialmug. When you finally amass the courage to hold your heart in your hands as you make your stand before them, and nothing less than an "I love you, too," will suffice, but there's no reciprocation. Where a response of indifference cuts as deep as one of rejection, causing the very heart you bore before them to bleed uncontrollably.
Sometimes loving someone means letting them be what you may not want them to be- even if that means being with someone else. It's hard to accept, I know, but loving them means letting them be THEM, not you. Despite how much you may want to, you can't desire otherwise, because you would be destroying that which you loved so much about them: that they are who they are. And to desire that- the destruction of that which makes them who they are, denying them of finding happiness outside yourself- because you can't have it, is to do the most unloving thing I can think of; for, in doing that, you wouldn't be concerned about their happiness, but only your own. If you really love them, then, let them be them, not you, and find happiness in their happiness. It's only if you're able to do that that can you say you ever really loved them at all. Even though you're lovelorn because their love wasn't provided in reciprocation, that doesn't make your love for them any less real. Take heart; you're worth it.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 23, 2013
Get the Lovelornmug. When you've done something you wish you hadn't, or hadn't done something you wish you had.
To argue which is worse is an exercise in futility; for the weight of their pain is subjective: the falling out of a friendship because of an unbridled tongue, the loss of the one you love because you didn't speak up, someone committing suicide because of something you'd said. The pain is there, festering; gnawing at your soul; relentlessly reminding you of its reason for existing: yourself. There's no one else you can blame; for there is no one else TO blame. All you can do is bear this burden, because it is a burden you've forced yourself to bear. And you do so willingly- subconsciously seeing it as penance for your sins.
To argue which is worse is an exercise in futility; for the weight of their pain is subjective: the falling out of a friendship because of an unbridled tongue, the loss of the one you love because you didn't speak up, someone committing suicide because of something you'd said. The pain is there, festering; gnawing at your soul; relentlessly reminding you of its reason for existing: yourself. There's no one else you can blame; for there is no one else TO blame. All you can do is bear this burden, because it is a burden you've forced yourself to bear. And you do so willingly- subconsciously seeing it as penance for your sins.
"Nowhere can a man run- no matter how far- from that which resides in his mind's eye. In vain, he persuades himself that he's able, that he can roam the world eternally until his thoughts fall to the wayside in exhaustion, that he can outlast them as though they were bound by mortal limitations. In his delusion, he forgets that he cannot outrun himself; for his antagonist does not rest from without, but from within. Like a demon sitting on his shoulder, the imp whispers his barbs wherever he goes, piercing him with every step; and yet he continues, thinking his consolation to be measured in miles..."
Regret cannot be satisfied with distance- that is the moral of this story.
Regret cannot be satisfied with distance- that is the moral of this story.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 24, 2013
Get the Regretmug.