I understand your grief; even time does not always heal this kind of pain.
โ Frรฉdรฉric Chopin, from a letter to Auguste Franchomme wr. c. August 1848
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I understand your grief; even time does not always heal this kind of pain.
โ Frรฉdรฉric Chopin, from a letter to Auguste Franchomme wr. c. August 1848
"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."
-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
let me be lonely, but not invisible
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; โTheories about the universeโ
[Text ID: โWhen I want something / with my whole being, and the universe withholds it / from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself, / Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, / but she does not understand how it will hurt.โ]
-Amy M. Homes, "This Book Will Save Your Life"
[TEXT ID: "I don't know anything anymore. Is that normal? Is it normal to notice the enormity of everything and just go blank?" END ID]
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; โEatโ
[Text ID: โI am trying to stop doing / things that donโt make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; โConcerns from a hot-boxed jeepโ
[Text ID: โHow do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?โ]
All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken
ย โ Road Music, Richard Siken
[text ID: There should be /ย just one safe place /ย in the world, I mean this world. People get hurt here. / People fall down and stay down]
ย ย โ Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets
[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]
โGod, if youโre a thing with ears: please, please.โ
โ The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo (via wellconstructedsentences)
๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐น, ๐ท๐ฟ๐ธ๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐บ๐๐๐๐, ๐ท๐ฟ๐ท๐บ-๐ท๐ฟ๐ธ๐น
โitโs very quiet and I feel like I have a spear rammed into the center of my gut.โ
โ Charles Bukowski, from Love Is A Dog From Hell (via violentwavesofemotion)
โI am always in too many worlds,โ
โ Ada Limรณn, Carrying: Poems; โSometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Airโ
E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
โI really like things I donโt understand: when I read a thing I donโt understand I feel a sweet and abysmal vertigo.โ
โ Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life
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