Remember Me...

19 years old. Dealing with a broken heart."She smiles to hide the mess she is inside"- yvonne

[blooming-anna-rose]

I know my love and it’s worth. I know who I am, and I know I am good and a privilege to know. I will not make the same mistakes of trusting blindly after being hurt one too many times. I will never be convinced that I am poison again, and I never thought you would be the one to try and convince me of that. I know when it’s time to go and I know when I go, I will leave my absence and that will never fade.

- n.c. // i would have loved you forever and i hope you know what you have given up in your choice to hurt me.

[blooming-anna-rose]

And one day someone will ask him about me, i can see it now. He will flinch when he hears my name and he will pretend it doesn’t matter. He won’t want to talk about me and he won’t want to think about me. He will change the topic and he will go to sleep that night thinking of all the times he shouldn’t have given me his time, and I will be here on the bathroom floor wishing I could’ve change the ending of this story. That’s always rhe way it’s been, the legacy I leave won’t be a good one and I should do a better job of warning people off of giving me a chance. I will just leave a scar. My sister once told me I know how to leave a mark wherever I go. That is true no matter how much I wish it weren’t.

- n.c. // i wish i didn’t want people to let me in.

[woefulwriting]

“It is important to remind yourself that a man’s actions are simply a reflection of himself. Nothing you ever do is deserving of disrespect. A man who does not value you is simply not the one. A man who does not chase after you will never be yours to call home. Remember to stand your ground. You are far too significant to be weighed down by the opinions of a man. You are a miracle. You are life.”

— self-reminder, for when I feel insignificant and small

[sheispoetrying]

I wish you would have found

the love of your life by now.

She would be beautiful in an understated way,

a glimmer in her eyes that never adorned makeup.

And you would look at her

like letting go was unfathomable.

But me, I would see that look on you

and not recognize it at all.

That’s how I would know

it was time to let you go.

But you have not found the love of your life.

She is still out there

and that is where my problem lies.

Because as long as she is out there,

I can look in the mirror, at my own glimmer,

and think she might be me.

And I can look at you

like letting go is unfathomable.

-(a.e.) // unfathomable

[woefulwriting]

“It is important to remind yourself that a man’s actions are simply a reflection of himself. Nothing you ever do is deserving of disrespect. A man who does not value you is simply not the one. A man who does not chase after you will never be yours to call home. Remember to stand your ground. You are far too significant to be weighed down by the opinions of a man. You are a miracle. You are life.”

— self-reminder, for when I feel insignificant and small

[tenwordstory]

Not sure why it’s so hard not to feel sad

[camtrouvaille]

I hope you find a love much sweeter than ours, a gentle one that allows you to peacefully fall asleep at night. Ours was once one for the story books, until it wasn’t. Until I began panicking over every minuscule detail. Until you shut me out. You cried that day and this time there was no kiss goodbye, but I traced your fingers with mine one last time and walked you out my front door with as much dignity as I had left and then I wept. And I could not stop for months.

-C.C.

[camtrouvaille]

I want to beg you not to go but I know it will not make a difference. You were set on leaving me the day you met me. You just stayed a little longer than you originally intended.

-C.C.

[wanderingworlds]

Love is caring enough about someone to not be an enabler.

Love is setting boundaries.

Love is respecting yourself as much as you respect the other person.

I hate the “love is giving yourself unconditionally to someone” idea.

I won’t support the ones I love doing things that hurt themselves or others.

Love is not a person.

Love is a mutual understanding, respect, and friendship.

And I think that’s where the magic is. Not in just being someone’s cheerleader, but in helping them navigate the good and the bad.

-WanderingWorlds

[quotefeeling]

“I feel like I’m waiting for something that isn’t going to happen.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

[hereliesmybrokenheart]

“Maybe it is because I can’t seem to love myself, people never want to love me.”

— Late night thoughts #56

[blossomfully]

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

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[artcompilations]

apologies if youve already gotten this, but do you have anything on sibling bonds?

oh i thought i must have reblogged something on siblings before, but apparently not 😳 here’s a couple of things to rectify that a little

- Holly Warburton, Sisters [ full art piece ]

Sometimes I wish I had a twin sister To judge more fairly Than I do myself

- Sarah Jean Grimm

and

- Jean Anouilh, Antigone

People talk about the happy quiet that exist between two lovers, but this too was great; sitting between his sister and his brother, saying nothing, eating. Before the world existed, before it was populated, and before there were wars and jobs and colleges and movies and clothes and opinions and foreign travel — before all of these things there had been only one person, Zora, and only one place: a tent in the living room made from chairs and bed-sheets. After a few years, Levi arrived; space was made for him; it was as if he had always been. (…) He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.

- took this quote from Pauline‘s post; Zadie Smith, On Beauty

- The Plagues, from Prince of Egypt 

- ‘The only person I’d run through an airport for is you’ Fleabag S2

I don’t have time to go through and find specific quotes currently, so just going to list some books with sibling dynamics/bonds, hopefully you find a good read in one of these :-)

We Have Always Lived in the Castle - Shirley Jackson

The God of Small Thngs - Arundhati Roy

Riot Baby - Tochi Onyebuchi

And the Mountains Echoed - Khaled Hosseini

A Wrinkle in Time - Madeleine L’Engle

Jade City - Fonda Lee

Beloved - Toni Morrison (i haven’t finished this but from what’s happened so far) 

If anyone has poems/book recs, I’m sure anon would appreciate & would love to know too, do feel free to leave a reply (sry inbox is closed)! Feel like I have hardly read enough poems on siblings

[proustitute]

“There is a close link between insomnia and despair. The loss of hope comes with the loss of sleep. The difference between paradise and hell: you can always sleep in paradise, never in hell.”

— E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, trans. Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston

[lofeel]

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