Toxic (Ruin 2.) 9 csillagozás

Sometimes I wonder if we ever truly let anyone completely in. The desire for another human being to know you, all of you, all the pieces, even the ones you’re ashamed of — is huge. But too often, we sit down and sort through the pieces only picking out the pretty ones, leaving the ugly ones behind, not realizing that choosing not to share with someone else is like committing a crime against our very soul — for how can we ever be free? When we purposefully place what we struggle with the most — in the dark? —Wes M.

The truth really does set you free — but what they don’t tell you is the process hurts like hell. —Wes M.

Life has two stages. Birth and death. That’s it. What you do in between the two? Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it? —Wes M.

It's funny isn't it ? People claim to know what love is – yet the minute they're given the opportunity to prove it – they bail.

The truth about hitting rock bottom? Sometimes you have to bang your head against the ground before you finally realize the way isn’t down but up.- Wes M.

Falling in love, jumping out, even knowing full well that she’d catch me. It wasn’t an option. Because everyone knows, when it comes to love, it’s not the fall that hurts… it’s the landing.

Funny, how all it takes is a different perspective for you to snap out of a fearful situation and empower yourself.
Awesome.
Now I sounded like Wes.
The walking Hallmark card.
And shoot me now.

Everyone wears masks. They come in all different shapes and sizes. The only problem with trying one on – is that it fits. How easily we fall into the trap that we don't have to be who we really are. How easily we convince ourselves that we need to cover up what we were born to be. It's a tragedy – that fear keeps us from our destiny. It's hell – when the persone you were created ro be – is covered up by some cheap imposter

Sometimes by holding onto what you love the most – you end up choking the very life from the thing you want to keep on living. It's possible to try too hard, to love something so deeply that you lose yourself. The danger is never in loving someone – but losing your identity in the process. Because what happens when tragedy strikes ? You're left an empty shell. You're left with nothing.

“I really wish you would have just finished me off last night,” I grumbled.
“Trust me.” His jaw flexed. “I wanted to. Then I realized that’s exactly what you wanted, so I chose not to beat your sorry ass and stayed up all night with you while you hallucinated about Bambi, told me stories about starting drugs at eight, and then finally — just when I thought you were going to pass out — you puked all over my bathroom — and me. Safe to say we no longer have any secrets after showering together, and if you ever, and I do mean ever, touch me there again I will end your life. Got it?”