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[davidlynch]

L’Avventura (1960) dir. Michelangelo Antonioni

[yruos]

“that is the problem. if she wanted to dance i would let her wreck the furniture. if she wanted to cook i would let her burn down the house. and if she wanted to scream i would let her deafen me. I’ve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.”

[ladybugpdf-deactivated20250512]

been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.

[skinnydied]

when the sky is a certain color and you’re outside and your entire being aches

[petrichara]

Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen

[lettersfromadreamgirl]

He is still in my heart, you see. I’ve tried everything to cut him out, but he is in there like a rusted lock and I feel so sick, like I’ve unnoticeably swallowed the key. I fear he might rot in there, that he has hijacked my heart for the rest of eternity.

Quote from my journal, 28 June 2017 (via lettersfromadreamgirl)

[feral-ballad]

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “The Fear”

[Text ID: “I am afraid / I will love you forever / and we will never be / in the same room / again.”]

[komonatin]

that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.

[aish-rai]

[xavrdolan]

Uncle Yanco dir. Agnes Varda

[diarygirls]

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

[lifeinpoetry]

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal

[abdu117-deactivated20170830]

How do you tell someone that the reason you’re sad is because you love them?

How? (via beschaedigung)

[metamorphesque]

i am every age i have ever been …

tumblr user @blossomfully, tumblr user @wastelandbebe, “Eleven” by Sandra Cisneros, “Untitled” by Franz Wright

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[icarusgf]

You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.

Alida Nugent (via icarusgf)