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I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.

Khaled Hosseini (via pillsandprayers)

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I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.

Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea  (via dieworten)

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Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where. But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.

Atwood, Margaret. The Blind Assassin  (via nonbineric)

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[diamarex]

I never needed drugs. Everything I loved destroyed me enough

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Black Hole - Charles Burns

[wordsnquotes]

Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where. But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.

Atwood, Margaret. The Blind Assassin  (via nonbineric)

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Book of the day: First Comes Love by Emily Griffin

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When it will be? When it’s the time, when everything’s fine?

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i am confident i am over you. so much that some mornings i wake up with a smile on my face and my hands pressed together thanking the universe for pulling you out of me. thank god i cry. thank god you left. i would not be the empire i am today if you had stayed.  but then.  there are some nights i imagine what i might do if you showed up. how if you walked into the room this very second every awful thing you’ve ever done would be tossed out the closest window and all the love would rise up again. it would pour through my eyes as if it never really left in the first place. as if it’s been practicing how to stay silent so long only so it could be this loud on your arrival. can someone explain that. how even when the love leaves. it doesn’t leave. how even when i am so past you. i am so helplessly brought back to you.

one of my favoruite poems from Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur (via misplayedmermaid)