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justjibberjabberog · 6 days
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Some people fix parts of you that they never broke
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justjibberjabberog · 29 days
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Sometimes all you can do is breath and gather the courage to live and drag yourself in life for one more moment.
And doing that in that particular moment is enough.
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justjibberjabberog · 8 months
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It's okay with most people to accept the evil in good.
But why is it so difficult to accept the good in evil?
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justjibberjabberog · 9 months
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Why are we taught only unconventional can bring greater joy?
Why can't we get joy from conventional?
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justjibberjabberog · 10 months
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Calmness after rain...
It feels like everything in earth just pauses while collecting it's thought.
Calmness after chaos.
Washing away all that rain can touch and beginning of rejuvenation.
Rain brings out all different emotions in being. Good or bad. Nostalgia or hope.
But only one emotion follows it. Beginning. Calmness of something new.
In a pure, washed world. Something new.
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justjibberjabberog · 10 months
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Life. It really can turn upside down in the matter of seconds. And we can't do anything but live on.
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justjibberjabberog · 11 months
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When was the last time you were so hurt that tears didn't stop for hours and days?
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justjibberjabberog · 11 months
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If you ever get a doubt whether someone loves you or not, just know that I'll always long for you. Forever.
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justjibberjabberog · 1 year
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Lost in the memory of summer
In beautiful sunshine cutting through the obstacles
Of hot wind and cool shadows
Of sweat, wilderness, and relaxation
Of carefree, handsome and young love
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justjibberjabberog · 1 year
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Oh, to be young and ignorant of the tyrannies of the world!
To be in love with innocence in heart and hope in your whole being!
To be completely and truly untouched by notions of being mature.
Our truest of self and most honest being.
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justjibberjabberog · 1 year
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We sat there, staring at the moon. In no light, nothing but moonlight. In silence. There was nothing special we said or did in that moment but it is the most precious memory that I hold of you. Of us sitting in silence in the moonlight.
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justjibberjabberog · 1 year
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How precious are those useless moments which you spend with your loved ones doing nothing meaningful!
We think having some special plans and occurences are something that you'll remember later but instead it's really small bits that are permanently traced in your mind and heart.
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justjibberjabberog · 1 year
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Do we leave pieces of ourselves in things we love or we reserve a piece of our heart just for that thing? Or both?
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justjibberjabberog · 1 year
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Have you ever noticed that when someone dies, our close ones, our loved ones, we cry for what we have lost not for the person gone.
Doesn't this show very deeply selfish but extremely sensitive part of being a human.
Selfish, because we are crying for our loss not for the person gone.
Sensitive, because that person, whom we make a part of ourselves, is not there. Which means with that person gone, a part of us is also gone. That room in our heart, which was reserved for them will be empty forever.
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justjibberjabberog · 1 year
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You can't catch all sunsets. Not even one completely. And it's okay.
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justjibberjabberog · 1 year
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Read
So that you can live many lives, not just one.
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justjibberjabberog · 1 year
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Have you ever been so still that even your breath stops and you realise all those emotions, thoughts, feelings and happening, all that seems like a dream. Everything feels like an illusion. Like seeing your reflection in a pond and realising it's not real.
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