hopeless romantic but also a realist.

a messy journal of sorts

[blueegrief]

A study in destruction (I am a fire, so I burn).

[blueegrief]

But I do miss when I thought I was loved.

—Delaney Bailey, Oh love.

[blueegrief]

Everything I love, I know I'll lose. Everybody leaves, they always do.

—Isabel LaRosa, Claw Marks

[blueegrief]

I lost it all with my eyes wide open.

—Ocean Vuong, Threshold.

[blueegrief]

Life has become difficult for me lately. I see that I have begun to understand too much.

—Lev Tolstoy

[blueegrief]

"How empty of me to be so full of you."

―Louise L. Hay, You Can Heal Your Heart

[blueegrief]

Some lyrics that haunts me.

[blueegrief]

[blueegrief]

"Even if you know what's coming, you're never prepared for how it feels."

[blueegrief]

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.

―Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

[blueegrief]

I think if I tell the moon about what you did to me, after waxing poetries of my love for you, sunk in every vein, and every artery, whenever she shone upon me, telling me to stop fawning over a human, they are always meant to leave you, my darling, she'd find you among the millions, and make sure her moonlight never touches your soul.

—blue grief

[blueegrief]

there's always been a little sadness inside my happiness, i've never been able to separate the two.

—Ava

[blueegrief]

sometimes i forget how i got here.  sometimes i forget how much i didn't want to survive.

—Fariha Róisín

[blueegrief]

Life itself is a death—death just takes your breath away, but life—life will bring you to your knees. Death isn't something to be afraid of—life is, life is, life is.

—Urwa Noor

[blueegrief]

I'm abandoning everything! everything! and that way I wouldn't be abandoned—

—Clarice Lispector, The Departure of the Train.

[blueegrief]

Then he said: Don't you know? I am trying to make you great. And I said: I do not want to be great, I want to be loved.

[mikesseleven]

And so, the woman dies. The woman dies so the man can be sad about it. The woman dies so the man can suffer. She dies to give him a destiny. Dies so he can fall to the dark side. Dies so he can lament her death. As he stands there, brimming with grief, brimming with life, the woman lies there in silence. The woman dies for him. - The Woman Dies by Aoko Matsuda