“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
— C.S. Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
— C.S. Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
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“I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth”
— Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Sleep All Summer | St. Vincent & The National
Louise Glück, from “Stars”, Poems 1962-2012
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I’M ANGRY RIGHT NOW
“The sadness of the past is with me always.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via qvotable)
are you ever in a moment and think damn i’m really gonna miss this
so long and goodnight and all that!
“I’m the monster you created, don’t you see? You stirred up volatility, anger, jealousy, unspeakable bitterness and pain. You took the potential I had and twisted it into something dark, building your masterpiece with every damaging word. You didn’t like my anxiety, my wavering character, what you saw as a waste of your time. It’s funny how you hated all the things you made me.”
— if you had watered the flowers, they would have bloomed. you let them wilt.
*softly rolls around bed* when will I find something genuinely fulfilling
“How do I stop carrying everything that has ever happened to me?”
— Blythe Baird, Concerns From a Hot-Boxed Jeep, found in If My Body Could Speak (via angelealowes)
John Singer Sargent, Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose (1855) // Emily Dickenson, The Letters of Emily Dickenson (1856)
I don’t want to grovel paycheck to paycheck I don’t want to mutter under my breath when pigs show up to my workplace I want to burn I want everyone to know how alcohol feels when it’s lit what it’s like to play with fire I want us to burn today and tomorrow
— Jasmine Gibson, from “Drapetomania,” Don’t Let Them See Me Like This