Quotes added on Wednesday, June 28 2017

The Sun challenges us to Shine, the Clouds remind us to Move, the Birds tell us we too can Fly and the Sky tells us that there is no limit to our Dreams and Goals.
Everyone thinks I'm smart. I just work hard sometimes. When I do well it's brushed over, because it's expected, because I'm "naturally smart." Do naturally smart people even exist? For a whole semester I just barely passed everything. I worked my butt off and only just scraped through. I was so nervous when my report card came. But my parents didn't even look at it. I should have been relieved, but I was just hurt. I always get sensitive over the most trivial things, but years after I still. Idk. I still think about it sometimes. How they didn't check because they assumed it was all A's. That's kinda when I realised I had to start working hard for myself. My parents are already happy, assuming I'm acing everything. I needed to work hard for just myself, because to some extent they didn't care.
HYPOPHRENIA: a feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause  :/
No amount of sleep in the world could cure the tiredness i feel...

all my grief says the same thing:this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
and the world laughs.
holds my hope by the throat.
says:but this is how it is

— Fortesa Latifi

 “You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.”


format-br0kenwings LEAVE THIS HERE PLEASE.

suppressed by all my  childish fears.

And if you have to leave,
your presence still lingers here,
and it won't leave me alone.
These wounds won't seem to heal,
this pain is just too real, there's just

too much that time cannot erase.
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But the worst thing
about losing you
was that you took
my heart with you.

Nikita Gill

You are gone
but thank you
for all these soft, sweet things
you have left behind
in my home,
in my head,
in my heart..



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