Our Love Is Insanity

"Falling in love with you was one of those things that's sudden. It wasn't anything and then it was everything."

[deviika]

—Chris Mc Geown

[anastasiasyah]

“There are days when she can hold the burden of the world with her arms And there are also days when she can’t even hold the burden of her mind.”

— “Dear, Atlas” from Repressed Feelings

[freshmoviequotes]

Someone Great (2019)

[thoughtkick]

“I’d rather look back and regret something I did when I was young and crazy, than look back and regret something I never had the courage to do, and realize it’s too late.”

— Cherrie Lynn, Rock Me (via meineluft)

[amargedom]

“I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.”

—

[thoughtkick]

“When you can tell your story and it doesn’t make you cry, that’s when you know you’ve healed.”

— Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[wildblues]

MISS AMERICANA (2020) DIR. LANA WILSON

[foxmouth]

[amargedom]

[thoughtkick]

“And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.”

— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia (via surqrised)

[brokdrama]

a reminder to love yourself. 

[amuseumfullofdreams]

And as I ran my fingers through his hair, I thought to myself that I could spend eternity like this

[xallenangels]

[astralgabriel]

[astrangejourney]

“And that diminished you even more.”

YOU (S01E10)

[amuseumfullofdreams]

You used to wrap yourself in fairy tales like a blanket. But it was the cold you loved. Sharp shivers as you uncovered the corpses of Bluebeard’s wives. Sweeter goosebumps as Prince Charming slid one glass slipper over your little toes, a perfect fit. But by the schoolyard, real princesses floated by you on fall winds, you saw the gulf between you and the rich girls and vowed to stop believing in fairy tales. But the stories were in you, deep as poison. If Prince Charming was real, if he could save you. You needed to be saved from the unfairness of everything. When would he come? The answer a cruel shrug in a hundred fleeting moments. The sheer of Stevie Smith’s face when he called you a fat cow. Uncle Jeff’s hand squeezing your ass in the Thanksgiving kitchen. The accusation in your father’s eyes when you told him what happened. From every boy masquerading as a man that you let into your body, your heart. You learned you didn’t have whatever magic turns a beast into a Prince. You surrounded yourself with the girls you’d always resented, hoping to share their power and you hated yourself and that diminished you even more. And then, right when you thought you might just disappear. He saw you and you knew somewhere deep it was too good to be true but you let yourself be swept because he was the first strong enough to lift you. Now in his castle you understand Prince Charming and Bluebeard are the same man. And you don’t get a happy end unless you love both of him. Didn’t you want this? To be loved? Didn’t you want him to crown you? Didn’t you ask for it? Didn’t you ask for it? Didn’t you ask for it? So say you can live like this. Say you love him. Say thank you. Say anything but the truth. What if you can’t love him back?

Guinevere Beck

[preservable]