My Ship by Elizabeth Akers Allen (Florence Percy), from The Family Library of Poetry and Song edited by William Cullen Bryant, 1886

{Words by L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea/ Jacqueline Woodson, If You Come Softly}

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

— The Thing Is, Ellen Bass

You realize you are truly alone when you tightly hug your pillow because you don't have anyone to hug.

I love people who hold doors, let others pass on the driveway, make funny faces at babies, people who pick up litter, people who say please and thank you, people who are patient with service workers, share an umbrella and most importantly I love people who are casually kind

told them you wouldn’t do me like that but look how things have changed

You deserve the love that you keep trying to give to others. You deserve the patience you show others. You deserve to be understood and seen and, most importantly, to be treated with respect.

It cost you nothing to consume all the love I had for you, but it cost me everything.

when Gregory Alan Isakov said where were you when I was still kind

“I worry that my friends will misunderstand my silence as a lack of love, or interest, instead of a tent city built for my own mind.”

“I worry I can no longer pretend enough to get through another year of pretending”

Isn't it strange that we drank some people thinking they were the cure, but in the end they were the poison?

i'd love you extra on your bad days

someone will appreciate everything that you have to offer and you’ll be enough for them, anything different is not for you and never will be

i'll always give people the benefit of the doubt until there is no benefit to give anymore

— Hans F. Hansen

it feels like i am trying to heal without being able to make my wounds stop bleeding and in the end i am more tired than before