-sleepless nights-

“The broken ones will always be able to love harder than most. Once you’ve been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.”

“There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand without you even speaking a word.”

“There are two types of people you will meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe unfold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”

“Do you ever get over loss? Or do you find a box within yourself, big enough to hold it? Do you just stuff it in there, push it down, and snap the lid on it? Do you just work, every day, to keep the box shut? I thought that maybe if I shoved the pain in there hard enough and I kept the box shut tight enough that the pain would evaporate on its own, that I’d open the box one day to find it was empty and all of the pain I thought I’d been carrying with me was gone. But I’m sitting in this car right now and I’m starting to think that the box has been full for the past three and a half years. I’m pretty sure that the lid is about to come off and I’m scared to see what’s inside.”

I think I've had that box sealed way longer ,it time to rip mf open.... The straw that broke this camel's back was losing my bestfriend last month.She died unexpectedly and sudden .This shit fkinn hurts me to the core and i can't even phantom what her mom is going through...I speak with her daily and we reminisce bout Vanessa,she cries to me telling how much she misses her all those emotions and feelings....i guess we're eachother support system...I break more inside knowing n hearing her pain and i can't do a damn thing about it.But i can be there for her bc Vanessa would do the same for me.......God this reality of you gone is tearing me apart,it's breaking me down mentally and emotionally......But I will mourn you my MangoTango ....and be there for your mom and son ..... I love you forever till infinity 1000xs over ...Till we meet again babygirl

Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don't even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.

“It is said that if you want peace, you must be ready for war It’s the same thing with yourself If you want to have inner peace, you must be ready to have war with your inner demons.”

I hate when people try to make me look like the crazy one.

Quiet people get disrespected the fucking most.

“Pay attention when people react with anger of hostility to your boundaries. You have found the edge where their respect for you ends.”

“I always thought I would be smarter than that. But when you’re living in it, the explosive looks like humanity. The manipulation looks like genuine regret. It’s so subtle. You can’t cut people off the moment their toe crosses the line. Because we all get too excited sometimes. So the first time your toe crossed my line, I picked up that line and I moved it and I called it compromise. After all, you were quick to apologize. So we moved on and then it happened again. But this time, you had been so upset. Who could blame you for not noticing that line when your vision was blurred from the tears in your eyes. So I gave you a hug and I picked it up and I moved it and then it happened again. But maybe that time, it was my fault. I didn’t draw the line bold enough. How were you supposed to know it was there? You can’t read my mind. So we talked about it and let it slide. After all, that’s what communication looks like. And in the in-betweens, you stayed on your side and I stayed on mine and we laughed and we danced and everything was fine. Until the day that I realized you had nine tenths of the room. That was the day you accused me of crossing your line to get to the door.”