we are taught at a young age to hide our emotions.
‘soft is weak.’
no.
soft is beautiful.
k. azizian (via kianaazizian)
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OTHER STUDENTS IN THE CLASS:
AND I’M JUST LIKE :
“I’ve worked in the circus my entire life. I studied to be a clown for many years. A great clown can make you see your own clumsiness. There are many famous clowns. Einstein was a clown. I always think of that famous picture of Einstein sticking out his tongue. That is a sign of extreme intelligence. Dumb people are always working on their serious face. They think a serious face will make them seem intelligent. But intelligent people don’t need a serious face.” (Moscow, Russia)
Of course I still think of you. I just, kind of stopped talking about it.
I may want
to forget you,
but my heart
will always
find its way
to remember
you.
ma.c.a // Not Never (via vomitingwords)
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Being obsessed with your girl is 100% okay
theyellowbrickroad
i guess at this point i should just consider dating myself
i dont owe anyone an explanation about anything i decide to do in my life. isnt that amazing
Today I am calm.
Today
we have not spoken.
Today,
for the first time,
I feel like I might just be okay without you.
31st July 2017// 14:34 p.m. (via velcroheartstrings)
Source: velcroheartstrings
Does it count as heartbreak,
even if you weren’t sure it was love?
Because there was hope of the
greatest kind, that it could’ve been.
It could’ve been love.
And it hurts all the same I think.
But I find that this stings a bit more.
“Lost potential” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)
— Louise Glück, from “Otis,” Meadowlands (1996)
Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via wordscanbeenough)
I was so full of energy.
I was always running around, looking
at this and that.
If I stopped
the pain
was unbearable.
If I stopped and thought, maybe
the world
can’t be saved,
the pain
was unbearable.
Mary Oliver, from “The Moths” in New and Selected Poems: Volume One (via wordscanbeenough)
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Avoid too much noise. Protect your time. Feed your inner life.