#Deep-thoughts

[thepersonalquotes]

You are only as free as you think you are and freedom will always be as real as you believe it to be.

Robert M. Drake, Beautiful Chaos

[thepersonalwords]

In reality, we live in everyone. I live in you. You live in me. There is no gap, no distance. We all are eternally one.

Amit Ray

[ismaelmansoor]

Whatever you do, wherever you are, whenever you are ready, always do what you love, for love shall find you unlock your passion, and shall you be a great potential soul!

[sharpen-jadescythe]

Deep thoughts with Sharpen

In a dim-lit Panderen poetry lounge, Sharpen sits on a stool, smoking. The himbo wears a fine suit, looks unusually thoughtful.

"There's a secret about my family name, Jadescythe." He exhales a blue-grey drag from his dark Panderen cigarette, "How can any weapon be made of jade? Let alone a scythe, you dig?

"Jade is precious, yes. Sometimes exquisite and expensive. But it's also brittle. What would you cut with it? More often, when you apply pressure to jade, the thing you're pressing it into breaks the jade.

"So how could a jade scythe ever exist? And then my whole name, Sharpen Jadescythe... what is that, man? What is it?

"Well, it could be a dirty joke in the end. If you really think about it. I'm walking around with this blatantly wrong name, waiting for people to point out that it's impossible, that jade breaks. That I'm asking to get myself broken."

A final drag of his cigarette, a neat snarl, "Then I say, 'Yeah, I like getting broken off. You offering?'"

Sharpen leaves his stool, perches on the bar behind him. Then, he turns and leans all the way back, to lay on the bar and smoke.

"Or maybe that's a fantasy of mine. No one's ever hit on me, using my last name before."

The Pandaren bartender can no longer stand there polishing his drinking glasses, as there's a large Night Elf in a black suit lying on the bar. He puts paws on his hips.

"Sir. You cannot just lie down here, like a hibernating bear!"

Sharpen sighs unhappily, "I'm nothing but a big himbo with a bruised ego. I'd say it's about the same. Wake me in the spring, man."

"Alright look, Mr. Sharpen. I promise you I will break your jade if you would please just get off this bar! Alright?"

Sharpen makes a hopeless shrug, smokes his cigarette. "Sorry, Yoon. I'm so brittle now. In pieces. The moment's past."

Sharpen crosses his ankles. His fine, pointed leather dress shoes catch the candlelight just so.

A lone cellist strums. The Pandaren audience snaps their fingers politely.

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[echoesoftheinfinite]

Part of the 'Wandering Echoes' collection.

[trainwreckgenerator]

a face you'd find on the side of a milk carton

[mydeafmind]

Heart beats Never Stop

To believe in the heart, It’s pumping, pumping, and pumping, Heartbeat keeps faithful running, Hope to get what its wants, Thus, I long to get what I want, My heartbeats never stop, Thus, I long to dream that I get it in reality, Believe, believe, and believe, Dream trains grant. ©️ Ismael Mansoor

[peaceishim]

[minimalist-quotes]

Don't make the mistake of being so understanding and forgiving that you overlook the fact that you're being disrespected.

[forever-deep-in-thought]

You hold yourself so well, people would never suspect you're going through hell.

[thepersonalwords]

…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.

Ranata Suzuki

[ismaelmansoor]

Depression, the silent remover of happiness, Gloom devours joy, drowning the warm heart. Yet, in the low-feeling, seek to spark a fight, To not surrender to miserable thoughts. Hope persists, in light we keep sunshine, Through every wave of gloom, we still rise.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.

k.b // by jerry flowers jr

[soul-from-another-era]