“This is not goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memoires I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.”
— Nicholas Sparks
Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid, or. publ. c. 1837
My soul in crushing under the weight of the unrequited love I feel for hope.
"My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but l'm not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the great challenge: to be seen, accepted, and loved, I must first reveal, offer, and surrender.”
Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love, and Leaps of Faith.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
[I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.]
one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.
- via duckbunny
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
Alice Oseman, Radio Silence
Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am
