“Healing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think it’s done, it’s not.”
— Mary DeMuth

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“Healing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think it’s done, it’s not.”
— Mary DeMuth
don’t expect what you don’t communicate
Daydreamer // Trophy Eyes
Bir gün görkemine kapıldığınız her şeyin esiri olacaksınız. ve o' gün geldiğinde ışığı çoktan sönmüş olacak şu fani dünya'nın..
Ne muazzam bir yaşamdı. sevgiyle nefes nefese koşarken aynı beyaza bürünmek..
The landof Snow..
Yes, I know it's too late for us, but the love I feel for you still persists, impossible to let go.
Söyler misin eze. bulutlar da sever mi sahiden. ölümü hüzünlü bir ruhu..
Clouds also cry..
every time you speak to me, i wonder if you’re about to break my heart a little bit more.
“One of the risks of being quiet is that the other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story — not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.”
— Sophia Dembling
We were a puzzle with pieces that refused to fit. I loved you endlessly, but in the end, differences spoke louder than love.
maybe one day we can talk about it and you will see what you have done to me.
maybe.
you’ll find me burning bridges searching for some sense of distance