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“I choose to love you in silence…for in silence I find no rejection.”
— Rumi (via naturaekos)
Sue Zhao
Patrick Ness, More Than This
““Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.””
—
Kid in my lit class
(via suburban-sister)
““Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.””
— Whitney Otto, How to Make an American Quilt (via hplyrikz)
“I am tired of being told I am loved and cared about but never made to feel that way.”
— your actions and words never match
“I’ve been trying to go home my whole life—”
— Chelsea Dingman, from “Psychogeography,” published in The Los Angeles Review
but she said, “you cannot be my other half. because I am whole, and I will never break for love again.”
a.f
trauma didnt make me soft it’s made me angry and empty
when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles (about December 1858)
Hélène Cixous, Hyperdream (tr. Beverly Bie Brahic)
“I don’t understand when I chop my finger instead of the onion. I don’t understand why nothing heals.”
— — Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, from The Freezer Door (via lifeinpoetry)
“Without forgiveness, our souls are tied to what happened to us in the past. Whatever you do, choose to forgive.”
—
I don't know how many times I survived myself without telling anyone.
-V. J.