Nicklebee

Status: Too Many Words - Sick Puppies
Joined: March 26, 2010
Last Seen: 6 years
Birthday: April 28
user id: 104466
Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Gender: F
 

Nicklebee's Favorite Quotes


"Learning to be okay without him is weird. I swear i'll be fine for weeks,
but one morning i'll wake up and my heart feels heavy for no reason at
all and i feel like i lost him all over again.
it's just hard, you know? thinking you're making all this progress
only for it to be ruined when you see someone else brush their hair out of their
eyes the same way he used to. one little thing, and bam-
you start thinking that you'll never be able to live without hearing his laugh ever
again."






Being a drug addict isn’t nearly as bad as being sober and loving a drug addict. Whether it’s a family member spouse or friend. Nothing will screw up your life as bad as being associated with a drug addict. You can’t save them but they can sure as hell destroy you - and they will.



 
I got to thinking about fate. That crazy concept that we’re not really responsible for the course our lives take. That it’s all predestined, written in the stars. Maybe that explains why, if you live in a city, where you can’t even see the stars, your love life tends to feel a little more random. And even if our every man, every kiss, every heartache, is pre-ordered from some cosmic catalogue, can we still take a wrong step and wander off our own personal milky way? I couldn’t help but wonder, can you make a mistake and miss your fate?

Why do we humans love the stars? Does it indicate that somehow we are aliens and once lived somewhere close to the stars? Why else do the stars look so beautiful and inviting to us? We belong there somewhere.





It sucks that we miss people like that.
You think that you've accepted that someone is out of your
life, that you've grieved and it's over, and then bam.  One
little thing and you feel like you've lost that person         
»


{ All over again }
 

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.

When I am screaming to myself, "Just let me live," one might think I am talking to some external power exerting restriction over me: smothering parents, toxic friends, an omnipresent God. And while it's true that I cry to the universe at night over things that they control, they are just binding my wrists; I am always the one pressing the knife to my throat. The way my stomach twists itself when I'm in the presence of others like it's a damp towel to be wrung, the way my mouth deftly sews itself shut so that my thoughts may never roam, the way my legs will never hold a fighting stance because all they've been taught to do is run, that is all me. The sun and moon, forever looking over my actions, have long since realised it, so maybe it's time that I do too.


“If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.”

 


 



I'd long ago learned
        
 not to be picky in farwells.  They weren't guaranteed or promised. 
You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.


 

 

 


















 
There's something disturbing about recalling
a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.