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But there is something that happens when you are told you are Too Much You begin to ask everyone, how small would you like me?

— Mary Lambert, from “You Are with the Wrong Person,” Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across

#Video.#Musings.#Relatable on all levels!

mxnrique

im literally not exaggerating when i tell you guys this video saved my life

rehfan

This is a damn MOOD FOR LIFE, I tell you what.

books-n-quotes

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via books-n-quotes)

I want a land that doesn’t want me. I love a land that doesn’t exist.

Fatimah Asghar, from “How We Left: Film Treatment,” If They Come for Us (via lifeinpoetry)

I want each rib in my body to hold the shadow of a lion.

— Ruth Madievsky, from “Bobsled,” published in BOAAT

synne-spades

“There is blood in the holy water.”

— Channing M (via de-morte)

i-wrotethisforme

Think of everything we went through just to end up right back where we started.

valtsv

power move: saying “that’s treason” every time someone does something that mildly inconveniences you

#shots fired.#Musings.

#Morgayne.#that's PERFECT that's her

My chest, a jar of honey knifed open—I know sweet is only sweet if you sacrifice your ugliest parts.

— Brandon Melendez, from “Alprazolam,” published in Split Lip Magazine

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I want you to think about me at night, when you can’t sleep and you look outside and see the stars. And think about the times we used to look at the night sky. I want you to remember all the fun we had. And then I want you to go to sleep knowing that somewhere in the world I can’t sleep either because I’m thinking too.

Don’t rely on lessons learned from frost that beards the trees in winter, like a veil over the face of God. This body is your own.

Peter Grandbois, from “The sting of the finite” published in Stirring (via lifeinpoetry)

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I heard oblivion’s thin siren singing, / And bore it bravely.

James Merrill, from A Scattering of Salts: Poems; “The Friend of the Fourth Decade,” (via violentwavesofemotion)