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by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 17, 2013
Get the Lonelinessmug. Where the rose-colored lenses of the mind play their trick, filtering its perceptions to see that which it chooses to see.
In infatuation, one sees the object of their affection as they wish; in Love, one sees them as they are.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 21, 2013
Get the Infatuationmug. 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. 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 21, 2013
Get the Contentmentmug. by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 16, 2013
Get the Timemug. 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.