You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.
— Andrea Gibson
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@emmaakeyes
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.
— Andrea Gibson
“Do you think its possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?”
— Tyler Knott Gregson
“Tears fell like kisses.”
— Vicente Aleixandre, from At the Bottom of the Well (The Buried Man); A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems, 1979
On some days like today, it’s easier to remember what I’m not rather than what I am. I know I’m not the flashing lights at the storefront, guiding the people to where all the hustle and bustle is happening when they’re looking for a better time — or the anticipated green light after a rush hour spent in stopped traffic. I’m not electric yellow. I’m not the playlist blasting through the walls. I’m not the echoing voice of the announcer, and I’m not being announced. I’m not the edge, and I’m not on it either.
But then I reframe: what I am is a phone number with a hometown area code, recited by heart; the candle holding on when the electricity is out and the night knows it’s not getting any younger; the message from a doctor bearing good news; the sigh of relief. I’m the same shade of red that grows into a bonfire, crackling behind the conversations that lead to ones that will mean more. I’m the five minutes between real life and the alarm. I am the reminder to myself that being not has never been the same as being less.
Today can be one of the better days.
content | e.c. 10-7-19
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I'm just so tired of being here
(These are my poems, my dms and ask are always open)
and i can’t imagine knowing my body that well how to calm it how to hate it how to go to battle for it how to laugh again and again and again
— Laura Buccieri, from “guilty is the opposite of free,” songbook for a boy inside
"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway."
Edgar Allan Poe
“We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.”
— Anaïs Nin
“Never take someone for granted. You don’t know how it really feels like.”
— (via love-diaries)
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“You loved the beach & blue crashing waves, but never noticed that I was the full sparkling moon.”
s.s. (stephenstilwell)
Shockproof (Douglas Sirk, 1949)
person 1: “my knee is thicc”
person 2: “knees can’t be thicc. they’re just bones”
1: “there aren’t bones in your joints???”
2: “what do you mean there aren’t bones in your joints? it’s literally where two bones meet”
1: “yeah but the actual joint is just cartilage”
2: “????? no?????”
person 3: “you’re both wrong. joints are made of weed and rolled up paper”