𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔

I'm made of butterfly wings and roses; and i shall breathe and love

[aeturnusroseus]

"Tomorrow will be better."

"But what if it's not?"

"Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better."

—from a book I found on internet

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[important-cat-pics]

[happyheidi]

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

[metamorphesque]

The Trouble with Being Born, E. M. Cioran (translated by Richard Howard)

[metamorphesque]

The Trouble with Being Born, E. M. Cioran (translated by Richard Howard)

[aeturnusroseus]

Maybe in another life, you love me mother. I spend days of my existence wandering if I did something wrong to you, something that made you think of me as being unworthy. Unlovable, maybe. You never did love me, in fact, mother, and I am not upset anymore. I am upset you left me to another woman, who did not love me either. Instead, her words cut deep and she spits her venom upon me day by day, not caring about my wound. A wound you created, mother, when you decided to leave me. She knows I have it, and drags her claws on it, then laughs into my face. Because, mother, I grew up to love her like I should have loved you, and she knows I would give my life for her, in a heartbeat. But then, she rips me apart and throws my heart away, my intentions, my good will. I want to scream, mother, for I am just a child whose mother left and never came back. I waited for you my entire life and it tore me apart in ways the woman you left me to knew. And now she does what you have done to me my entire childhood. Love me mother, so I can crawl away from the pain she inflicts upon me. Love me mother, so I can move on. Love me, mother.

[aeturnusroseus]

It's too late. It's far too late. There is nothing that can be changed when fate decides that. When the rain pours outside, my heart dances through the raindrops and sings sea songs, filled with an unknown longing for something, for someone, for what could've happened. It will never happen.

[stay-close]

“Forgive yourself for the blindness that put you in the path of those who betrayed you. Sometimes a good heart doesn’t see the bad.”

— Unknown

[moved-to-theundergroundwoman]

'The Madonna of the Roses' and 'The Madonna of Pietà' by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

[thehopefulquotes]

“Be nice to yourself. It’s hard to be happy when someone is being mean to you all the time.”

— Christine Arylo

[perfectquote]

“Sometimes quiet people have a lot to say, but they don’t open up to just anyone.”

— Susan Gale

[aeturnusroseus]

Oh, my poor heart... Trapped inside the cage of my ribs. Her curse is to beat relentlessly, even when thoughts are becoming too hard to digest and the blood starts to run cold. Each breath seems just another confirmation of the agony my poor, sweet heart has to endure without rest. I caress my chest, in a weak attempt to remind myself that in the end, it is me who takes care of you. My poor, sweet heart..

[heartshop]

Ellen Bass, ‘The Thing Is’

[aeturnusroseus]

"I watched the sun rays dance through the air, landing on rooftops, gently caressing the flowers, smiling at the yawning dog that sat lazily on the side of the road. Birds flew, and suddenly, the Earth seemed to be at peace, a wave of joy spreading around every corner the Sun could get. Even my thoughts. I let myself watch the clouds swimming in the blue sky, and I gave myself a moment of relief. Just a brief touch of calmness for a chaotic soul, like mine."

pictures from pinterest <33

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. December will bring blessings.

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