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It
said,
"If you
Don't Let
it out,
You're gonna Let it
eat you away."
I'd rather
be a
Cannibal,
Baby.
Animals like me don't
talk anyway.
Don’t listen to those people who suggest
you should be ‘over it’ by now. The people who
squawk the loudest about such things have almost never had to
get over anything. Or at least not anything that was genuinely,
mind..soul-crushingly life altering.
I like that idea, that love is
something we cannot define, but inherently understand. Like how
our hearts subconsciously pump blood to the entirety of our
bodies. Or how we breathe without thinking. You and I, we are
like stars who crossed paths somewhere in this incredible
expanse of galaxy. We’re burning, melting into one
another. Growing bigger, brighter. We are filling the world
with our light, getting ready to explode and flash across the
sky in all our glory and grandeur. I’m ready for it.
Perhaps the path we orbit on will eventually change, perhaps we
will shift to brighten other planets. But I can feel your
warmth inside my heart, traveling like electricity through my
cells. I cannot find the right string of words to explain how
I’m feeling, what this is, or who we are. But it’s
love. I just know. — Out of This Entire Galaxy, You and I Are Each
Other's Stars
we
never pause to consider that maybe that our stories were never
actually meant to end happily. Maybe we were mistaking our lives
for romcoms or dramas when they were just meant to be stories
about strength. About reinvention. About coming back from what we
thought we couldn’t come back from and moving forward in a
brave new way.
The truth is, we all get so stuck on
the conclusions we penned in our minds that we forget to just
let our stories unfold. Maybe you don’t understand the
ending because you simply haven’t reached it yet. Because
you’re mistaking chapter ten for chapter twenty or
thirty, and you still have pages and pages left to live
through. Maybe at the end of the story you end up alone. Maybe
you end up with someone else. Maybe you end up somewhere you
couldn’t possibly imagine from where you’re
standing now. Maybe there are twelve thousand opportunities for
alternate happy endings sitting right in front of you but you
won’t entertain them because you’re so hopelessly
hung up on the one you didn’t get. Maybe you could be
perfectly happy with the ending that you did get, if
you’d let yourself. Or if you’d simply stop to
realize, after all of this time, that you’ve been the one
holding the pen all along. — Your Life Doesn't Need a Happily Ever After to
Be a Damn Good Story
I was not made to love quietly. I have
never known how to do it. I shout my emotions without thinking
twice. I unzip myself for the entire world to
see.