Heartache - Blog Posts
I know; way too many photos of sunsets... But here we go again: After almost a month with sunsets like this, and / or getting the wonder of two sunsets in one day, just by climbing a street or two in Lisbon, this guy returns to his 'native' country Denmark. Besides the expected difference in weather, scaled-up trouble in his neighbourhood, immediately being involved in readings and other litterary stuff, he couldn't understand it. WHY was it so hard to feel at home? Why all that restlessness? Why so... "Heavy" just getting through a normal day? And he even brought back (again-again; admitted!) the outline for that kinda novel he had wanted to write for years. But then he made some simple counting... He'd been away for almost a month. And "home" for just a week. No wonder he has trouble "re-adjusting" to life in Dk. It will take about the same time as he's been away. What IS a bit worrying: NO time needed to 'adjust' upon arrival at Portugal; instant feeling of being 100% 'there'; (actually felt like 'here'!). So why that needed "re-adjustment" time in his homeland? Just confusion... #castelodevide #alentejo #sunset #homeiswheretheheartis #heartache #priceoflife #horizon #perspective #laurieandthestoryof (Which seems a bit too tied to NOT being in Dk; has to be dragged across Europe just to be half remembered, despite notes and more...) #isitreallytruethathomeiswheretheheartisandthatiatsomepointleftmyheartthousandsofkmsawayfrommyhomelandthatwouldreallymakelifedifficult (Usual One-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (He might have some answers...) (her: Castelo de Vide)
Deep down the core within this big heart of mine lies an unhealed wound that when touched aches as if it was stabbed a million times right at that moment but that’s not what’s peculiar about it, the fact that the pain seems to satisfy my soul is what’s peculiar. When the pain comes, it’s like a reuniting with a long lost friend. I welcome it with all my might.
My heart
People changes, people come and go...it is saddening. But somehow we need to soldier on. Moving forward with whatever we have. All that is left is just memories. Etched deeply into the heart. And sometimes the heart aches.. and it is hurt..hurt to miss people who wont be around. Hurt to realise we cant go back. Hurt to know the need to let go.
What was he supposed to do? Forget her like a vivid dream? Or remember her like a distant reality?
— Cross You Heart, Take My Name.
His soul rushed out. Carrying the memory that was important. The only memory that was important.
Vedavati.
— War of Lanka, Amish
Maybe, in the end, our hopes were the wrong way around. But what am I, what are you, if not a misdiagnosis? And if so, is there a way out?
—Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes.
We pretend we don't exist anymore.
We aren't "us" now
You can't possibly love me and treat me like this at the same time.
POV: Papyrus was tagging along with you and your “Friend” and realizes that he was too late to ask you out.
Baby boys been crushed-
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Why watching my friend's telegram channel where she's laughing and hanging up with her friends feels like being stabbed in the heart?
Maybe we’re meant to be, or maybe we’re not.
Only time will tell
I don’t want to, trust me, but I’ll be damned if they think of me as a fool.
“I’m going to have to give you up. And it’s the last thing I want to do.”
— but if I don’t let go now, I won’t make it
Anger is easier to confront than sadness.
Fuck you is easier to say than I still love you.
“It’s so fucking painful, the thought of them together. I have never been a possessive person but the idea of him being with her just makes me feel a kind of pain I haven’t felt before.”
— why her and not me
I’ll be here waiting for you. I want you to know that if you ever decide that you want me, I’m here. I’ve always been incredibly stubborn much to my own dismay. And it’s not going to be any different this time. So I will wait for you. Maybe you will come back, probably you won’t. But I’m not going to stop waiting for you.
I’m not giving up on us.
i’ve loved you since your hair was platinum blonde and now your hair is eternally dark brown
worst case scenario: we stay friends and drift to the outer edges of each other
(don’t worry it’s already happening)
i never knew that heartache was an actual feeling. but the pain in my chest told me the truth
it’s strange to admit that i was in love, but i know i was because my soul is tied to yours
When my sanity is tied so tightly to the notion
That you will always be mine
I hope you understand why I'm broken
When the strings of fate that tangled us together
Begin unraveling
Like the denumount of a bittersweet film
That I've seen coming but just can't bear to watch.
I've turned the ending in my mind
Like a smooth stone in my hand
Feeling for any scratch and mar
To justify holding on
Instead of skipping it on the surface of the sea.
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