I often forget that I'm not what sadness made of me.
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@acupofpoems
I often forget that I'm not what sadness made of me.
One moment Iām whole and the next I hear your name and I come undone. Iām left with the puzzle pieces of me spread all over the floor, trying to figure out how to put myself back together again.
My existence is an endless quest for a sentence, a sound, an image that would put my heart at ease.
Sometimes all you can do is stand still below the hot stream of the shower, holding your skin in an embrace, absently staring at the tiles, letting the tears melt into your cheeks.
Sometimes thatās as holy as it gets.
Iām a coward fleeing from the scene of my very own fraud.
ā Rose
They always say blood is thicker than water. But they should also mention how some days itās one of the heaviest things to carry.
ā Rose
Iām deserting my own war
Iām on my knees on the verge of surrender. I no longer dream of perfect redemption. For once, the only thing I want is to heal.
ā Rose
At some point, I will have to forgive myself for forgetting who I am.
ā Rose
Donāt you see? I canāt stop loving you because itās the only thing I have left of you.
I felt so much that I ended up feeling nothing at all. And I still canāt decide which one is worse.
ā Rose
I was seven years old when my grandmother taught me how to take care of a plant. It was early in the afternoon when she called my name. "See the withered parts?ā She asked me and I stared at the plant, its sagging frame barely upright, "You need to cut off the dead leaves. You have to remove what can no longer be saved so the rest of it can live." I stared back at her, startled: "But it will hurt her.ā My grandmother with her stubborn nature, looked at me and said, "Itās going to hurt her more if you leave them."
Little did I know that day she was teaching me how to take care of myself too.
ā Rose
āOne day, you find yourself facing the possibility that the friendly fingers that nursed your wounds were the ones who pulled the trigger. After that, you are never the same again. There are few things as devastating as the encounter with the face of absolute betrayal, but there is nothing as liberating as the truth that comes with it.ā
ā Rose
Your quotes are very deeply meaningful , what basically inspires you to write these quotes , like how do you find the correct words??
I feel that inspiration is already inside you. To me, inspiration is just a thought that has found its shape. It can hit you anytime, and when it does, you just know that any word that comes out of you is right because it fits perfectly into the puzzle of your heart like a missing piece youāve just found.
Thanks for the question!
āHere's a toast to you,
For waking me up
And making me dream,
All at the same time.ā
ā Rose
2.30 am and two empty bottles of beer.
āYou were a haven to me.
The place I went every time I tripped over the bittersweet sadness that walked beside me.
The place I could hide in when the void trembled in the cracks of my soul, like an earthquake that swallowed me whole.
Since you are gone, I keep catching myself seeking traces of you everywhere, trying to evoke some sense of familiarity from the faces of strangers⦠Desperately looking for a glimpse of hope, for a glimpse of you.
And sometimes, when Iām lucky, it only takes emptying two bottles of beer at 2.30 a.m. to make my skin forget that you are not touching it.ā
ā Rose
āIām not afraid of being lost. Iāve been there my whole life.
I am afraid of being found. Thatās what paralyzes me.ā
ā Rose
Wow I love your quotes? Do you write them all yourself, I'm curious!...
Hey, thank you! Yes, I write them myself