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views from the manhattan bridge.
cinestill 800t [canon ae-1 program] new york, new york | 2021 août 02.
I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster (via xanthonycastro)
“But I’m hurting from the way that this worked out If you could rearrange your words you could’ve saved it If we were made of water we could swim around it But I can’t no more I still love you though You’re still my best friend But I hate you though And from my tippy toes That I used to limp Round your big ego I shoulda told you so When you asked me if I could forgive when you asked me I shoulda said no”
— BANKS, If We Were Made of Water
No matter how many times either of us leave, we end up right back here again and I think that’s what makes me sad. When is it just going to be over?
For what it’s worth- I want you to know that you did everything you could. You tried, and tried, until your heart grew numb and the tears eventually dried.
Keen Malasarte
Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.
S.G.
“Maybe, just maybe, I always knew I deserved better, but was too afraid to accept it”
— Samantha King - Born to Love, Cursed to Feel
“I don’t care how hard being together is, nothing is worse than being apart.”
—
Josephine Angelini
“Not everyone you love is going to love you the way you need.”
— Samantha King
I can do this. I can live my life without you. I don’t need you.
Never was much of a romantic,
I could never take the intimacy.
And I know I did damage,
'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me,
I guess you knew in an advantage
'Cause you could blame me for everything.
And I don't know how I'mma manage,
If one day you just up and leave
“I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.”
—
Lora Mathis
Don’t ask yourself, “Is this normal?” Instead, ask yourself:
Is this healthy?
Is this good for me?
“You killed your fucking baby and everyone is trying to have one.”
I called really late that night in hopes to take it all back
Because I was too mean And I knew that you never meant any harm
But when morning came, I was strong again And you were wrong again
And that’s how I chose for it to end
“I have loved you so much that I have learnt to hate myself for the things I do so that you don’t have to. And that is the reason why we can’t be together. Hating myself isn’t going to make you love me more, but hating myself is one day going to kill me.”
— Nikita Gill, I Have Learned to Hate Myself so You Don’t Have To. (via meanwhilepoetry)