All The Things I Never Said Outloud

[narcopathicabuse]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Before”, Instructions for Traveling West

[mournfulroses]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry featured in Rapture & Melancholy; The Diaries of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[frigginfack]

If you have the universe watching over you, you better be careful what you scream-cry at the top of your lungs at it.

Swear to god, yesterday I yelled with a desperation I haven’t felt in a while “UNIVERSE I NEED SOMETHING TO CHANGE! I’M READY!” and I’ll be damned if I didn’t get a change today.

I’m exhausted and anxious from the abrupt change but I know that’s the last day I’ll feel like I have been feeling lately.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Anaïs Nin, from The Voice

[frigginfack]

I’ve never known what it feels like to know God, but I’m very familiar with sitting in the dark with demons; making a home amongst them.

[frigginfack]

Some men don’t want love; they want the image of who they wish they were reflected back to them.

[frigginfack]

Rapunzel

I wonder how many times Rapunzel reorganized her space?

How many times she picked up a new hobby and mastered it, then moved on the next one?

How many times she scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees with warm soapy water, pulled the cobwebs out of the corners and knocked the dust off the well worn runner?

I wonder how many times she sat staring out the window?

How many clouds she traced with the tip of her finger?

How many night skies she sat staring at in speechless wonder?

I wonder how many spiders she pretended were guests?

How many birds she chirped back to for the conversation?

How many squirrels she imagined she was in a different life?

I wonder how many times she thought of jumping from the window?

How many times she sat on the edge, feet dangling, craving the below, before she reluctantly and sullenly pulled herself back to the inside?

How many times she took a running start but slid to a stop just before the edge?

I wonder how many times she yelled into the wind?

How many times she closed her eyes and pretended it was the graze of a hand?

How many times she opened her mouth to let the rain touch her tongue and pretend it was a kiss?

I wonder what would have happened if the Prince never came?

What happens if the Prince doesn’t come?

What happens if the dragon wins?

- on agoraphobia and loneliness, Tabetha M.

[quotespile]

“The world was no longer solid and dependable, it was porous and deceptive. Anything could disappear. At the same time, everything I looked at was very clear. It was like one of those surrealist paintings we’d studied in school the year before. Melted clocks in the desert, solid but unreal.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Testaments

[philosophybits]

“The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.”

— Oscar Wilde, “Preface”, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[quotespile]

“I was nervous. It had been a long time since I’d gone any place I wanted to be.”

— Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

[petaltexturedskies]

Anton Chekhov, from Complete Plays of Anton Chekhov "The Anniversary"

[wordedarchive]

foolish of me to have built my city of hope around your graveyard of words.

khush bakht via wordedarchive

[weltenwellen]

 Andrea Gibson, You Better Be Lightning

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (not yet. please.)

[theereina]

"How many times have people used a pen or a paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?"

- Virginia Woolf

[namedvesta]

Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder.

— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves.