Deep😂😅

~ Eleinte több energiát teszek a dolgokba. Kezdeményezek, ismerkedem, felkererem az illetőt, érdeklődöm, próbálkozom. DE! Ha nem kapok viszonzást, jelet arról, hogy érdekelném a másikat, nincs semmi beletett energia, erőfeszítés, akkor szépen lassan visszaveszek mindebből, majd végleg eltűnök.

Nem, nem azért tűnök el, és nem keresem a másikat többé, mert nem érdekel az illető vagy netán szemét alak lennék. Ha nincs kölcsönösség, akkor ez idő, figyelem és energia veszteség, amit másokra, vagy magamra fordíthatnék.

Örültem!🫡

/ Tiszteljük egymás idejét! /

“Minden jövőre vonatkozó terved megsemmisülhet egyetlen pillanat alatt.”

— Nicola Yoon: A Nap is csillag

“…other people’s sense of what’s right is just a joke if you change perspectives. What matters is what you, yourself want to fight for.”

—

Evangeline Yamamoto, Zetsuen no Tempest (Blast of Tempest) Episode 19

I - in fact - do know that love is not for people like me.

Yet, I cannot get rid of the feeling of longing...

how do I convince myself that love is not made for people like me?

I am so starved for love, I don’t know how to breath

I will never understand those who rush from one love to another, not because their hearts are full, but because they are afraid of the emptiness. Is it love they seek, or only the feeling of being needed? Do they never believe in waiting, in trusting that the love meant for them will find its way, no matter how long the silence lasts?

Fact check: 1848. Március 15. Megemlékezés - 1848. March 15. National Holiday, where both parties held their speech: Péter Magyar of Tisza party and Viktor Orbán of Fidesz party.

Every other details are true, fuck this regime and our PM!

~ A tree that connects worlds. A tree of life and death, where every new branch, every new leaf is a new offspring. Dead people hanging on trees. A child falls out of his hanging mother's corpse's womb. A tragic hero. An even more tragic life. In the forest, shadows are scheming in the dark. Where is light, there is always shadow. A lost child. Lost children are the ones who turns into monsters after a while. There are always monsters and heroes, rising and falling back and forth. An empire. There is always an empire. People ascend to the throne, they become self serving and corrupt, full of pride. Then they are overthrowned by people who become corrupt and the cycle never stops. There is always a sword, a helm, a crown. A soul bound to to the metal, carved with magic and blood. There are always chained ones. A pile of corpse. Indeed the most unique way to climb. A dragon. There is always a dragon for the hero to fight. But beware! In the process, some might turn into one...

/ There is always a Sacrifice /

“I’m a jack of all trades… a little better than most at everything, but I don’t shine at anything.”

Judeau, berserk