Someday I’ll learn

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Someday I’ll learn
it’s all so quiet
“I am desperately romantic when life has given me no reason to be and that, I think, is the definition of hope.”
— c.r.w.
“And here’s the thing. I spent the summer seeing if I could survive the process of healing. I have spent the past 3 months in despair. 3 months remembering all the bad. 3 months being hurt all over again. 3 months replaying moments that broke me until my heart couldn’t take it. 3 months feeling abandoned and alone and angry like I was 13 again. I spent time in silence and solitude. I cried every morning, every car ride, even when I went to my coffee shop, I cried in bed, in the shower, on walks. Almost every thing I did turned into an opportunity to let something out through my tears. I was filled with sadness and I let it run out of me, rivers of it flooded my cheeks. I spent the last 3 months, getting the heart break to the surface, letting it breathe. I didn’t like it. I hated it. It made me hate living, feeling so full of pain and so empty of anything good. But I’ve started to remember beyond the bad moments. I’m starting to remember who I am. I have started to see the good when I look in the mirror, to take pride in who I am. I have started to be okay with growing from who I used to be, from the person I longed to return to. Because I am enough, here and now. I have gotten through my worst moments, and for better or for worse it has made me into who I am. I have to love who that person is. So. I spent the last 3 months in despair. Every moment threatening ruin. But it didn’t. I broke, over and over again For all the times I couldn’t, just so I could survive. And I’m healing. I’m putting back the pieces, and in the end, I know I’ll be made of stronger stuff. And all I can say now is, it is a process. Healing means breaking apart, digging up the past, spending months alone, forgiving yourself, allowing yourself to be less than whole. Healing means learning to love yourself, with all the flaws you wanted to erase for so long. Healing means figuring out who you are without ignoring the bad. Healing means solitude and silence, time away from the people who you find your identity in, until you find it in yourself. Healing means discovering all the things that weren’t okay, and hurting for the person you used to be when they didn’t know it wasn’t okay. Healing means establishing boundaries, even if it means exploring the unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Healing means hurting, until it doesn’t. And I’ll admit, it still feels like breaking apart sometimes. But sometimes, it feels worth it.</”
— n.c. // healing
“It’s all about the first person you wanna tell good news to.”
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“I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
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I sense that, I have a great deal to give, my eyes, my lips, my body, it is all there is for you to consume, I want your arms with me, the stars along the hills, how dreamily I fog my gaze somewhere else, just to listen to you talking, desiring to hold you, and this eagerness, to come live where you are, to ascend the unconditional movements of my heart, flowing in your body, like a dear fire in an open space, like grains of sand kissing your skin, like a flower sitting on your ears, like a song taming your lips, ah, just to nestle myself with you, and into my naked hands, I bring you the transparent serenity, the blue sky in its untrammeled thought.
— Chuck Akot, untrammeled thought
The Basketball Diaries (1995)
“But I always thought you’d come back, tell me all you found was heartbreak and misery it’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me.”
— (via hatin)
I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian
“You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.”
— Anonymous (via suspend)
You need someone who wants to be there when it’s messy and when it’s hard, not just when it’s fun and when it’s convenient. And you need someone who chooses you when it might not be the easiest choice. And you need someone who would rather do nothing with you than anything in the world with someone else.
“At some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening.”
— Unknown
“A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting.”
— Henry David Thoreau, Journals
“So, you’re a Dad right?”