War between heart and brain

Why do I feel that my heart and my brain are going to have a conflict soon?? I shouldn’t be thinking such things at this juncture. My mind should be just be studies. Why oh why… What can I do. I hate this kind of things esp when there’s seem to be no one I can confide to. Keeping it to myself seems to be hard but I guess finding someone who will listen and really try to understand is even harder. I don’t know what to say.
True that one may have lots of good friends, but who will really stop and be there?
Damnn why am I like that. Even thunders came at the right time to make the night worse.

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quoteandlyric:

effort.

quoteandlyric:

effort.

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Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn’t happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?
Elizabeth Scott (via kari-shma)
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I feel too much. That’s what’s going on. Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways? My insides don’t match up with my outsides. Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up? I don’t know. I’m only me. Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and outside. But it’s worse for me. I wonder if everyone thinks it’s worse for him. Probably. But it really is worse for me.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via heavyheartbeats)

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Sometimes i wonder do you even think before you talk.

Sometimes i wonder do you even think before you talk.

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yeaahbuddieeitsfahm-1d-a:

He took his white shirt off, is it that warm.

WHAT IS AIR SERIOUSLY?!

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Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. But you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.
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