#quotable
Up.
Then down.
Then up.
Conclusion -
- So mostly up.
Good night // thethinkinggirl ☄️
Silence won’t protect me,
but for it will probably save you;
For the time being
I am mum.
The truth about silence // thethinkinggirl
Look what we have become;
Screaming when hating,
Mumbling for when in love.
Paradox // thethinkinggirl
They say
there’s always light in the end of the tunnel-
and I am here to tell you its not.
There isn’t any light;
Cause you are.You become it.
Hopes,Happiness - don’t suddenly appear out of nowhere,
They live within you.
It will blind them for
when its time.
// thethinkinggirl
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I’ve left a trail of bodies in my wake ten miles wide. I think I’ve said ‘goodbye’ more times than I’ve said ‘hello’ and I’ve said ‘I love you’ a thousand times more than I’ve heard it.
I wish I could write this to you, but I don’t know who ‘you’ is anymore because the list is too long. If you read this, and your heart sinks for a second and says ‘ouch’, that’s the feeling of a pen writing your name somewhere you would rather erase it from.
Im sorry if it hurts, but there’s a reason you need to know. Are you ready?
Because I’ve done it too. I’ve hurt people in the same ways they’ve hurt me. Maybe even you. And there’s something to be learned from that.
In life, the person who takes the blame for pain, suffering, wrong-doing. It’s whoever did it last, because memory is so very shallow.
You hurt me. I hurt you. Look, I can’t stop that. I’m only human. But if I ever see a Coke with your name on it, I’ll share it with you. I hope you’ll take it.
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#zackgrey #goodbye #hello #iloveyou #prose #quotable #coke #poetry #longform #quote (at Rehoboth Beach, Delaware)
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The windshield wipers are going full speed, swishing away sheets of rain falling from the perfectly mute gray sky. “Its about time for all this weather we’re having to stop,” she says. “Hmm,” I say, “I love days like this.” And I remember a line that I wrote long ago, ‘the darkness consumes them, but I thrive in it.’ Because we are all taught to wish for sunny days. The good moments are dictated to us. ‘Here, this is good. Take it.’ Graduate college, celebrate (ignore the crippling debt). Get a corporate position paying a six figure salary, that’s success! Find your trophy wife, have two kids immediately, don’t forget Fido.
We live in a many-colored world but we are trained to only perceive the bright ones. And for that reason, when clouds form over our heads we are lost and can’t find our way out. But the way out isn’t just where the sun shines and the meadowlarks sing, it’s dancing in the rain alone and staring at your bedroom ceiling all night long. Rainy days and late nights contain a special kind of beauty that can’t be found in sunshine. If you embrace the darkness you will find that when you do, there is always light.
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#zackgrey #light #dark #prose #quotable #beauty #positive #emotion #typewriterpoetry #poem (at Rehoboth Beach, Delaware)
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From my book To a Girl I Haven’t Met, which is just $8.95 right now on Amazon. The purchase link is in my bio.
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#zackgrey #world #eyes #crumble #blue #green #gems #crystals #book #poem #poetry #quote #quotable #tattooquotes #love (at Redden State Forest)
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“There is so much of me in that kid: confident, stupid, playing life like a game.”
—Knives Out
Inspiration can come from anywhere. Use a quote as inspiration for your work with your own take on it. Just be sure to give credit where credit is due!
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“The world is strange. The whole universe is very strange. But see– when you look at the details and you find out that the rules are very simple– of the game.” -Richard Feynman
Seeing you undid a year and a half of getting over you, and I honestly expected nothing less.
Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #205
…Neither saint nor Tzadik nor prophet standing at the gate; he’s just another sinner who has somewhat sharper awareness and uses slightly more precise language to describe inconceivable reality of our world. He doesn’t invent a single feeling or thought – all of them existed long before him… He’s here, at our side, buried up to his neck in mud and filth.
The Seven Good Years: A Memoir, Etgar Keret
Thank you @siathisisacting for reminding us that who you are is much more than what the eye can see! ❤️
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