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- C. JoyBell C.
- (via oh-turbulentheart)
- Fred Smith
I want so badly not to want to run. But I do. I want to destroy this. I want to negate every thought that what we share is legitimate and instead leave without a trace. Then again, I also want you to be mine. Spend every night in your bed with your arms around me, being told that I have a smell that reminds you of me, and having you not leave the bed without kissing my forehead… Or hand… Or back. That’s the problem. I want to run and I want to stay. I want to tell you that I need to end this. I don’t want to break my walls down yet I want to be completely vulnerable. Either I keep this persona who’s skin and heart have been protected by armor all these years or I get you. And I’m not quite sure which is scarier.
Life has no victims. There are no victims in this life.
No one has the right to point fingers at his/her past and blame it for what he/she is today. We do not have the right to point our finger at someone else and blame that person for how we treat others, today.
Don’t hide in the corner, pointing fingers at your past. Don’t sit under the table, talking about someone who has hurt you. Instead, stand up and face your past! Face your fears! Face your pain! And stomach it all! You may have to do so kicking and screaming and throwing fits and crying- but by all means- face it!
This life makes no room for cowards."
- C. JoyBell C.
- Fanny Price, Mansfield Parki