Sweet like sugar yet hard like stone
Your heart not built to seat a throne
A thousand stars shoot over heads
But none are gold like they had said
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@erosoblivionwar
Sweet like sugar yet hard like stone
Your heart not built to seat a throne
A thousand stars shoot over heads
But none are gold like they had said
โโWeโve known each other forever,โ she said. โI can hardly remember not knowing you. Itโs hard to remember the days before you. I donโt even know if there were any.โโ
โ David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars
There is an unsettling peace in not knowing yourself. Do you know how strong you have to be to actually feel what youโre feeling?
People pleasing is its own kind of emotional unavailability. It is no healthier than being wrapped up only in yourself because beneath it lies the same truth. You cannot truly care for others when you have abandoned care for yourself. Some call it kindness but it is often just fear disguised in soft colors. It feels harmless because it looks gentle, yet it is another way of running from what you feel.
you see too much and feel even more because you were born to notice what others ignore.
โSylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: I am alone in my room, between two worlds.]
I am not my body, I am my soul. You are not your body, you are your soul.
Sylvia Plath, aged 25, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated March 8, 1958)
Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen
i feel the most at home in what hurts because itโs familiar. i only hear the harmony when itโs harming me.
A missed opportunity was never meant for you to begin with. What feels like loss is often divine protection, not failure. Every closed door is simply a moment for reflection.
Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Crazy Little Love Song", featured in Blue Horses: Poems
you mistook my silence for patience.
People love to talk about growth, but they rarely mention how humiliating it is. How weird it feels to realize half your personality was just self-defense. That you built entire belief systems around things that hurt you, just to make the pain feel earned. Just to make it make sense.