“I did not know there was a spectrum of emptiness until I was acquainted with your numbing absence.”
— Noor Shirazie
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@beautifully-unbroken
“I did not know there was a spectrum of emptiness until I was acquainted with your numbing absence.”
— Noor Shirazie
i hope you find someone that feels like home. someone who not only knows your smallest habits and quirks but loves you more for them. someone who will trace shapes onto your hand absent mindedly and loves being around you. someone who respects all of your boundaries all the time. you deserve all of this.
“I will not apologize for running to him when he is the only thing that makes sense in a world of chaos and agitation.”
— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars
“I am destroying myself so other people can’t,“ she said, ” and it’s the worst kind of control but it’s the only form I know.”
— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #201
Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
i hate you for making me stick around
(these are my poems, my dms and ask is always open for anyone)
“But remember. Paradise never made you any promises it had to keep.”
— Nikita Gill, The Girl and the Goddess
I can’t feel ANYTHING anymore.
time heals all wounds, they say, but they never tell you how much
it’s been three years, and i am still bleeding
— Time Heals All Wounds But Mine
via theresawlln
not to sound bitter but i hope hurting me haunts you for years
“My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.”
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