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Welcome to my little corner of Tumblr. It’s where I can say all my secrets out loud and no one hears them.

[deadtree6]

[thoughtkick]

“How many times can the same thing break your heart?”

— Unknown

[deadtree6]

Over and over and over again. My heart has broken and shattered endlessly over him. Even leaving didn't stop the pain.

[deadtree6]

[deadtree6]

[deadtree6]

Connections Time needs space and silence to heal love’s wounds. Quiet days of being lost and drowning In memories thick and deep Letting severed ties burn and ache In the absolute absence as you weep There’s no void for us these days Tiny green dots light the way Shining like beacons Through the ether’s haze Casting shadows Silhouetted across the miles I am transfixed day after day hypnotized obsessed Unable to look away I see you there Sunrise and middle of the night Tethered to you With invisible strings Tied together with an intricate knot My whole world undone by a little green dot.

-deadtree6

[deadtree6]

RARE

[crimsolyn]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

[deadtree6]

Yes! What a very perfect, succinct way to explain/describe what a great relationship looks like in reality, in day-to-day life.

[deadtree6]

“ And yet as I spoke, all I could think of was how much we lie to one another with all the best intentions, how nearly every conversation has somewhere within it, often throughout it like veins in marble, obfuscation or avoidance or the kind of shading that shaves off the hard edges of the truth.”’

Rise and Shine - Anna Quindlen

[deadtree6]

BONES

I want a man who will be taken by the size of my wrist. A man who will run his hand over the bones of my shoulders just to see where they lie. I want my body to be a fascination, not just a sexual tool. I want the curves and slopes of my hips to inspire inspection. Oh to wake to a man looking at me just to see my face, studying the way my eyelashes fan out. I want my skin to be irresistible to him, my hair a lure for his fingers. My body is a sum of all the parts. While appreciation for the whole of it is a lovely thing, the man who can see the small details, who can marvel at the feel of the muscles and bones under his hand as he runs it up my back… that man will have all of me, all the pieces gathered up and poured out lavishly on him

-deadtree6

[deadtree6]

“The pressure disappeared with the first word he put on paper. He thought—while his hand moved rapidly—what a power there was in words; later, for those who heard them, but first for the one who found them; a healing power, a solution, like the breaking of a barrier. He thought, perhaps the basic secret scientists have never discovered, the first fount of life, is that which happens when a thought takes shape in words.”

The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand

[deadtree6]

People say that love is rare. I’m not so sure. What is rare is something even more desirable…understanding. There is no point in being loved if you’re not understood. They’re simply loving an idea of you they have in their mind. They are in love with love. They are in love with their loving. To be understood and not only that, but to be understood and appreciated once understood, that is what matters.

Matt Haig, The Life Impossible

[thoughtkick]

“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”

— Unknown

[deadtree6]

This. I left him. I’m finally free of his toxic manipulations so why am I hurting myself by comparing where he is today to where I am. Why do I care? I know the truth. I know his apparent happiness is all shallow and superficial. His latest woman deserves my sympathy. I am free.

-deadtree6

[quotemadness]

The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.

Barry H. Gillespie

[what-iz-life]

“You deserve a calm love with someone who hears you, sees you, understands you, appreciates you, supports you, and loves you. Someone who is consistent, communicates clearly, and creates a caring safe space to heal, grow, and bloom together. A love you never have to heal from..”

[deadtree6]

Yes, yes I do deserve exactly that, but I don’t think I will ever have it. I had the opposite of that for decades and now, I am alone. I feel unseen, disposable and unknowable… like I am some foreign creature that no one understands.

-deadtree6

[what-iz-life]

Stop letting people consume you. they didn’t call? go to sleep. they didn’t message you? put your phone down and have a better day. they left you on read? delete the conversation. they didn’t make an effort? match their energy. never let your happiness depend on anyone

[deadtree6]

How? How do I stop caring? How do I stop feeling disposable?

-deadtree6

[remanence-of-love]

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[deadtree6]

Wow. This!

[iambrillyant]

“june, dissolve my uncertainty and thicken my resolve, submerge my doubt and give air to my aspirations. fill my cup with awareness and give me discernment to distance my energy from anything that fogs the path back to myself. may clarity find me even when it feels uncomfortable.”

— billy chapata

[deadtree6]

Wow! Yes! This exactly says my most sincere hope at this point in my life. June is just starting, opening the door to summer and summer will come rushing in. Slow me down, narrow my vision to only those things that lead me closer, deeper into myself. She’s been lost for years, but I know she’s there waiting to be found and brought back to life!

-deadtree6