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- lighthousekeeping, jeanette winterson
my body knows something that i don’t and i can’t get her to talk to me
we can’t talk here contact me in my dream tonight
losing toxic people is a win
*day dreams about you* *night dreams about you* *afternoon dreams about you* *evening dreams about you*
i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything
Men kill the version of you they loved and then get mad at you for changing into what they created.
probably needed a hug but instead i sat in my room thinking about how it all went wrong
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written c. 1951, featured in The Collected Letters
Perhaps someday, one day
if all of this were to work out
After all the waiting, life will finally soften.
What you asked for, will be granted.
And perhaps, in finally receiving it all, you will become complacent.
And maybe worst of all, ungrateful.
And maybe comfort will arrive so quietly that you will begin to mistake it for entitlement.
You will wake up inside answered prayers and call them ordinary.
What once felt impossible
slowly becomes expected.
You will forget the weight of the prayers that once bent your back.
And you lose sight of the nights you pleaded for relief from things nobody else could see.
You become oblivious to how desperately you once wanted the life that now sits quietly in your hands
And that is perhaps the strangest tragedy of the human heart:
not that it suffers,
but that it adapts even to miracles.
So if that day ever comes, or has come
if your hands finally hold what they once trembled asking for,
return, at least for a moment,remembering the distance between the prayer and its answer.
-zaira
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