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by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 21, 2013
Get the Contentmentmug. The ambassadors of the soul.
Words are reflections of the inner workings of ourselves.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 27, 2013
Get the Wordsmug. "A drunk man's words may be a sober man's thoughts, but the thought to keep one's mouth shut isn't makes sobriety not the worst thing."
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 4, 2020
Get the Sobrietymug. Love is that thing, that feeling, that state of being that takes the empty isolation within ourselves and imbues it with light; the color of the canvas of our souls. The warmth that fills you as you think about the one you love is indescribable, irreplaceable, and you do nothing but smile; for there is nothing you want to do but smile; there's nothing you CAN do except smile. The memories and thoughts of them make themselves known without warning; and all you can do is resist, but you'd rather surrender. It compels you, but its coercion is freeing.
It's so much more than mere caring, mere affection, mere emotion: it's that which makes you feel most yourself; for in Loving them, you are yourself. The mere idea of losing them, or harm coming to them, breaks your heart; for you are broken with them. You are no longer two, distinct people, but one, united being; one man, one woman, one flesh.
The very aim of Love is to bind itself unto the thing Beloved. If it doesn't, it's something else- its empty shadow (and even shadows are real). Love- True, Romantic Love- is not something which you give to another, but that which you choose to give no other- for there is no other to whom you wish to give it.
There's a saying that Love is blind, but True Love isn't; for it sees things as they are- faults and all- and Loves them anyway.
These three words carry the weight of the world: "I Love you."
It's so much more than mere caring, mere affection, mere emotion: it's that which makes you feel most yourself; for in Loving them, you are yourself. The mere idea of losing them, or harm coming to them, breaks your heart; for you are broken with them. You are no longer two, distinct people, but one, united being; one man, one woman, one flesh.
The very aim of Love is to bind itself unto the thing Beloved. If it doesn't, it's something else- its empty shadow (and even shadows are real). Love- True, Romantic Love- is not something which you give to another, but that which you choose to give no other- for there is no other to whom you wish to give it.
There's a saying that Love is blind, but True Love isn't; for it sees things as they are- faults and all- and Loves them anyway.
These three words carry the weight of the world: "I Love you."
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow May 5, 2013
Get the Lovemug. by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 28, 2013
Get the Arrogancemug. by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 17, 2013
Get the Lonelinessmug. 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.