I am allowing myself to fall in love with life again.
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I am allowing myself to fall in love with life again.
big difference…
nara, alt-j c. 2014
Someday you’re going to look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing.
Elizabeth Gilbert
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You deserve a relationship that enables you to sleep peacefully at night.
R. H. Sin
“There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked.”
— Charles Bukowski
MY POINT IS i’m the cunt you married
“There’s a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don’t mean for now, or until I’ve found somebody else, I mean forever. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or once or never again, there’ll always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.”
— Beau Taplin
“what i miss most is how you loved me. but what i didn’t know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person i was. it was a reflection of everything i gave you. coming back to me. how did i not see that. how. did i sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i that showed you how to fill. the way i needed to be filled. how cruel i was to myself. giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave me strength. wit. beauty. simply because you recognized it. as if i was already not these things before i met you. as if i did not remain all these things after you left.”
— Rupi Kaur (page 138: milk and honey)
Anne Sexton, ‘The Addict’