per aspera ad astra

matthew 6:34 ✝ Jesus at the centre :)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[garpfruit]

my brain has too many tabs open

[wordx]

“Forgive me for my love, for ruining you with my love.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

[nixscriptum]

[girlonabreak]

[existential-celestial]

“There are definitely times when we must suffer God’s absence, when we are called to enter the dark night of the soul in order to pass into some new understanding of God, some deeper communion with him and with all creation. But this is very rare, and for the most part our dark nights of the soul are, in a way this is more pathetic than tragic, wishful thinking. . God is not absent. He is everywhere in the world we are too dispirited to love. To feel him — to find him — does not usually require that we renounce all worldly possessions and enter a monastery, or give our lives over to some cause of social justice, or create some sort of sacred art, or begin spontaneously speaking in tongues. All to often the task to which we are called is simply to show a kindness to the irritating person in the cubicle next to us, say, or to touch the face of a spouse from whom we ourselves have been long absent, letting grace wake love from our intense, self-enclosed sleep.”

Christian Wiman, from “God is Not Beyond,” in My Bright Abyss

[voidpostings1]

[midnightglances]

it hurts to remember and it hurts to forget

[nixscriptum]

[artndetails]

my type of weather. x

[landsccape]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“If pain can purify the heart, mine will be pure.”

— Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1812

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

i know i am a heart wrenching poet but i am also the biggest girly pop you will ever meet, i don’t know how to explain it

[bloodjewel]

I don’t feel close to anyone anymore

[hydrxde]

some nights I lie awake and wonder, do you still think of me the way I think of you? do you ever think about us, the potential of us?

because everyday the thought of you lingers in my mind, and I wish I could tell you how much I cared, but I cannot

they say move on but how do I move on from something that never really started, something that was never defined?

because grieving potential hurts more than betrayal

i miss the way you used to look into my eyes, the way my fingers would interlock with yours

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

the idea of you that i spun in my head had so much potential and was better than any fictional character i’d ever known. i don’t think i’ll ever survive if i run into the likes of you again. the magnetism of what i wanted but never had would override every standard i hold for myself. you really were the foundation of all the colourful things in my life.

[itschya]