Grass Table Chair

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies

[prairiedeath]

women who are going nowhere in life i love you with all my heart

[wnq-writers]

“Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart. The more you expect from people’s response to your experience of abandonment, the more you will feel exposed to ridicule.”

— Henri. J.M. Nouwen

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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[angel-veil-blog]

[prairiedeath]

women who are going nowhere in life i love you with all my heart

[softest-archive-deactivated2023]

I’m ok. I’m gonna be ok. I’m gonna live a beautiful life and I’ll get to know beautiful people. I will create things of beauty and be surrounded by flowers. And I’ll love myself, and I’ll be soft, I’ll be kind. And I’ll be ok.

[angel-veil-blog]

[grasstablechair]

“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower  (via ladycube)

[grasstablechair]

“I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.”

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via books-n-quotes)

[written-on-polaroids]

“It broke my heart. Again. Again. And again.”

— (30/365) by (AF)

[lovequotesrus]

“It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.”

—

Frédéric Chopin 

Everything you love is here

[moodygirlwithablog]

“Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I’m heavy, like there’s too much gravity on my heart.”

— Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer (via winterkristall)

[grasstablechair]

“I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.”

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via books-n-quotes)

[grasstablechair]

“I’ve survived a lot of things, and I’ll probably survive this.”

—

J.D. Salinger 

I repost this every time it comes up on my dash. Because I need this reminder several times a day.

(via piitchblackglow)

[resqectable]

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[wnq-writers]

“Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart. The more you expect from people’s response to your experience of abandonment, the more you will feel exposed to ridicule.”

— Henri. J.M. Nouwen