aesthetic side blog.

[difficult]

Sometimes you break the things you love and sometimes the things you love break you.

r. m. drake.

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don’t expect to be happy. I don’t imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don’t think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature – as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is life-giving. And when it burns out, the planet dies.

Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping.

[ontheveldt]

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[gym-leader-merida-blog]

if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

[luthienne]

But the fall—the falling / of it / even after it’s done—

Jorie Graham, from Overlord: Poems; “Omaha (Lowest Tide, Coefficient 105, Full Moon)”

[winterfel-blog]

[wnq-writers]

I just can’t get rid of the feeling that I am a bad person with a good heart. I always want to do the right thing but in the end I’m fucking things up. In the end I’m always fucking things up.

[luthienne]

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song      where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;      I wanted  to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems.

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

Veronica Roth, Insurgent.

[sunrisesongs]

Now, do not misunderstand me; when I call myself a shell I mean- a used up bullet casing. As in, the aftermath of something lethal. As in, an echo of inflicted evil.

Amrita C. 

[wordsnquotes]

You aren’t afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you’re terrified of letting anyone in.

Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss.

[booksqouted]

When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters.

[dvoyd]

what is more unfair than having to choose between being a monster or being a hero?          (—when you have to be both.) when you learn that the road to hell is paved with more than just good intentions.

you are not heads or tails; you are the coin | m.a.w

[wnq-music]

To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueller than I’ve been to me.

Alanis Morissette, “Sorry to Myself”, Under Rug Swept.

[greelin]

how to get over your attachment to someone you haven’t spoken to in months in one easy step

just die

[bluehh-deactivated20141006]

He smells like cigarettes and mistakes.

[wordsnquotes]

I’ve never met a strong person with an easy past.

unknown.