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"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????
"the world isnt kind" skill issue. I am
lonely girls my beloved. i see you staying in your room, i see you standing in grocery store aisles feeling the sudden wave of isolation wash over you. i understand how badly you want and how bad that makes you feel. i get it. we're not alone. but we are.
“i think for a long time i was presenting myself to my lovers as “i can be whatever you want me to be” rather than “here. this is me. take me as i am.””
— be yourself | @heavyemptyheart
source? i felt it in my heart
the nostalgia of living in your hometown as an adult can really make you sick. your childhood doesn’t exist anymore yet you can see it all around you all the time
love a big ass purse. this is my bucket of garbage that i take everywhere. yes for emotional support
and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?
- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
i.
when they told me to not make homes out of people
i laughed
because who would be foolish enough to plant the seeds of themselves in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile they didn’t own
but when i turned to show you there was only quiet
empty space
and my roots from around your ribcage
(h.a)
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the journey home is an endless one
may sarton “letters from maine” // james baldwin “giovanni’s room” // neil gaiman “the graveyard book” // @wordsnquotes-net // anne carson “men in the off hours” // miriam adeney // “no longer fits” // han kang “the vegetarian” // “garden state” dir. zach braff // richard blanco “mexican almuerzo in new england” // mitski “there’s nothing left here for you” // julian barnes “a history of the world in 10 1/2 hours”
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
I am good. I am loved.
hir·aeth
/‘hir,āeth/
noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.