You might be poor
Your shoes might be broken
But your mind is a palace

You might be poor
Your shoes might be broken
But your mind is a palace
dont romanticize the sadness. just let it exist plainly, like it did when you were a very young child, when you werent old enough to give it baggage. you'll find it's more devastating and cleansing that way
when james baldwin said “you think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. it was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive.” I felt that big, big time
"I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me."
-Sylvia Plath
“We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”
— Khalil Gibran
“And I saw it didn’t matter / who had loved me or who I loved. I was alone.”
— Dorianne Laux, from “After Twelve Days of Rain”, What We Carry
“I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone And all i loved, i loved alone.”
— Edgar Allan Poe, From “Alone.”
I’ve seen you in a dream.
Kyle MacLachlan & Sheryl Lee | Twin Peaks
"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"
-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press
Interactive: House Saints By Hala Alyan
“Somedays I just forget how to breathe. A cold sadness envelops me and a shroud of melancholy lingers. A sense of loss and emptiness fill my heart and I forget the reasons that drive me to continue my journey in this world. Living seems too hard a proposition yet underneath it all I hear the quiet voice of hope reminding me that this will too pass and once again I will find joy as impossible as that sounds right now.”
— e.v.e.
"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."
-Jane Austen