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My soul carries wounds — wounds from trusting, loving, and giving too much.

It bears the burdens of the past and the worries of tomorrow, leaving little space for the joys that today might hold.

It carries lessons learnt in every fall, every pause, and every rising.

It trembles, bends, and shrinks at times — not because it wishes to give up, but perhaps because it feels too much.

Within it lies a whole world — a world longing to be seen, felt, and held until the end… until the time it ascends to a different realm and world.

“I’m still rebuilding the parts of me you promised were safe with you.”

“Consume my heart away;”

— W.B. Yeats, from The Collected Poems; “Sailing to Byzantium,” (via loveage-moondream)

lovely girl

well it's always falling apart but when is it not? so i go back to my happy place as if there ever was one

well i threw up in my mouth again and it's nothing you said it's just the thought of it well i think i'm too weak for this

there's always one for another even if they never get to meet and when they do, you know how it goes and it's back to square one with me

well it hurts and that's good because it means i still feel that's better than nothing that i haven't lost it all

“I think of you with the most excruciating tenderness.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd

I need to be held by someone who cares about me deeply

How I’m supposed to keep it player when I love you?

The intimacy of " I'll learn this for you "

DARE