The Resistance…
By Gemma Malley; in the middle of reading it and have found two fantastically amazing quotes (:
Her feelings for him went beyond pride; they were of love in itt purest sense, but not a love that could be described with terms like pride, respect, even adoration. He was a part of her. He was the reason she breathed, the reason she got up each morning, the reason this strange, harsh world filled her up with hope more often than complete and utter despair. At least he had been.
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Love, you see, is a difficult thing. It means putting another person first. So often people talk of love, but what they mean is need and longing; they want to own the other person, subjugate them to their will. Real love, well, it means sacrafice. It means thinking of the other person’s needs before your own. Sometimes I wonder if real love still exists, but then I look at him, I hear him talk about you, and it chastens me. He does love you. Very deeply.
I edited out the names of the characters so they could be used at more general quotes.
COPYRIGHT GEMMA MALLEY
and i whisper that i love you…
The two of you…there’s something uncanny about the way you are with eachother. I mean- everything. The way you look at eachother, the way she relaxes when you put your hand on her back, the way you both seem to know what the other is always thinking, it’s always struck me as extraordinary.
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“It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness, of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.”
-Benjamin Britten
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i think i’m in love.
Oh my goodness.
I know I said before that I was in love with this guy, and genuinely I thought I meant it, but I would never look to the future just because of the simple fact that I didn’t like thinking too far ahead. But, now, I can look forwards, I can think in 3 months time, we’re still going to be together, and oh my gosh, it’s nice. I love this feeling.
I am stupidly and completely in love with this guy. And I’m so glad it’s him, and not some git. -less than three-
there’s a map inside of my mind to all the places i have been
‘You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.’
Anaïs Nin
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AHAHA.
I just don’t feel like I know myself very well right now, so how can I be sure about anything? Most of the time I feel so awkward, you know, like I don’t belong in my own skin, and I get so frustrated at everything, I could just scream and there’s no reason for it, I just hate myself.
^ oh my, oh my.
Just leave it.
i actually hate you, okay maybe thats a lie you know i could never hate you but please just get out of my life so i can try and live it without you, i know for a fact that i’ll find it almost impossible but i’ve tried everything to keep our friendship but to be honest you just don’t want to know anymore so if you would please just stop turning up every once in a while to stop me right in my tracks i would be extremely grateful. it’s hard enough for me to do this without you suddenly acting like my best friend, i used to rely on you so much, i know for a fact that if i didn’t have you this time last year that i would be such a complete and utter wreck beceause i desperately depended on you for so much. i know now how much of a mistake this was, and recently it hit me, i had some huge news to tell and you weren’t the first person i wanted to tell. you didn’t even cross my mind until a few days later. i’ve now realised that i don’t need you as much as i used too andin a weird way, i miss needing you, but at the time time i know that it’s for the best. we still talk and we still hang out but we’ll never be the same. hell we even walk from school together; and it’s good it’s better, i don’t need you anymore, and i don’t even think i miss you as such.
it’s better this way.
^very old post, recently edited it
i dont know.
what i really meant to say is
i’m sorry for the way i am
i never meant to be so cold
i never really wanted you to see
the screwed up side of me that i keep
locked inside of me so deep
it always seems to get to me
