seeking solace

On the plight of catharsis

[wordsnquotes]

Milk And Honey

[fueledbytsa]

Then I said to my heart as I pat it in distress, “You hurt too much.”

[naturaekos]

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”

— Franz Kafka (via minuty)

[fueledbytsa]

In the middle of the night, it would always boil down to the thought that I would never be good enough.

[fueledbytsa]

I pray you’d miss me as much as how I miss you.

[naturaekos]

“I’d leave the memory of you at the station, if it didn’t already know the way home.”

— Iain Thomas, The B-Train (via minuty)

[fueledbytsa]

You will be loved as you wish to be loved.

[thelovejournals]

What thing worthy of love can be found in me?

Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

i could be anything in the world but i wanted to be his

rupi kaur, the sun and her flowers (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I will kiss your scars as you heal, I will sit by your side and hold your hand. I will write invisible secrets and paragraphs and maybe a book into your skin at night, while you sleep warm next to me.

Unknown (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.

Louise Glück, First Memory, Ararat (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

2017; you taught me more than I could handle. I learned love, loss, everything in between.

caracactus  (via wnq-writers)

[fueledbytsa]

Let’s make this looooong weekend count. #vscocam (at Tagaytay City)

[fueledbytsa]

Palayain ang nadaramang ‘di ko mapaliwanag

[fueledbytsa]

You were goddamn perfect.

[wordsnquotes]

I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

If you have to convince someone to stay with you, then they have already left.

Shannon L. Alder (via thelovejournals)