Are you truly at peace or are you currently living a quiet war inside yourself that you don’t want anyone to know about?
“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”
— Kriti G.
if we were to speak on the phone would you fall in love with my voice would you want me again // Pt 2. Craigslist Confessions.
No one warned me that coming into your own also includes grieving the life you were conditioned to believe you wanted.
having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
to love and be loved is to rest
life really is just like. you meet people you love them and then you lose them and you never see them again. and it's inevitable and it happens to everyone and there's nothing you can do about it
richard siken quote. you know the one
“I felt like dead flowers in a vase, that somebody forgot to throw away”
— Beautiful Delrium by Blackbriar
“I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart…I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
Source: the-book-diaries
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus
don’t break my heart you live there
i look in the mirror, i lose my mind a little, i cry on public transport, i walk through a fluorescent supermarket, i have slow and confusing dreams at night. you know how it is
when fleabag said, “with all the love i have for her. i don’t know where to put it now.” and when anne carson wrote, “you remember too much, / my mother said to me recently. / why hold onto all that? and i said, / where can i put it down?” and when mitski sang, “i don’t know what to do without you / i don’t know where to put my hands” and when donnie smith in magnolia (1999) cried, “i really do have love to give! i just don’t know where to put it!” and when emily dickinson once wrote, “we outgrow love, like other things / and put it in the drawer —”
“The centre of every poem is this: I have loved you. I have had to deal with that.”
— Letters from Medea, Salma Deera
