Ambo/Anthos B.V.

“Maybe we’re just cosmically linked,”

“Maybe we’re just cosmically linked,”

I knew that I would give myself to him, that I would bare my soul to him, that I would let him break my heart if that’s what it came to.

That’s when I fall apart. I don’t melt like butter or deflate like a tire. I shatter like glass, into thousands of pieces.

My heart is truly broken. And I know that even if it mends, it will look different, feel different, beat differently.

here are people who share their emotions with others, and bond with them in this way. And there are people who keep their emotions to themselves, and gain approval through a cool demeanour of steady reliability.

wing, embracing, integrating.

Other people’s love and approval are the drugs that we can’t live without, and will do anything to get.

These negative feelings are not really true, they don’t relate to what we are in reality, but only to what we’ve learned to think about ourselves.

fear is the cause, getting stuck in a pattern is the effect. All patterns arise from our fear of rejection, and the result is always more self-rejection.

merely fleeting moments