[iamnotdead---yet]

Just thinking about how what doesn't kill Taylor makes her want him more

[fairydrowning]

"Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart."

-Joyce Carol Oates, From "We Were The Mulvaneys" (Plume, 1997)

[soracities]

Eliza Griswold, from "Flood", Wideawake Field: Poems

[Text ID: "Love surprises us. It ends."]

[fairydrowning]

Mahmoud Darwish literally wrote 'They asked "do you love her to death?" I said "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life".' AND AFTER READING THIS I'M UNWELL AND SICK, CRYING, SCREAMING, ROLLING, THROWING UP AND PUNCHING THE AIR.

[isitavideovisionsofgideon]

And when Hozier said:

"When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her"

[iamnotdead---yet]

Is it night yet? Will it be over soon?

My soul is heavy with emptiness As I lug it around every place to visit. I chide my brain to make the skeleton function, To smile and nod and laugh and act normal. Yet everything in me gets spent to not crumple to the ground screaming.

But it's night time now and all is quiet

The act is done and the curtains closed.

I lay bare on my grave

Crushed under the weight of my soul

I feel the sky closing in

Making it easier to breathe

I come alive with every gulp I take in

I wish I knew I was dead.

[iamnotdead---yet]

Me?

I believe in the sky breaking open to swallow us all and aliens and wizards and everything there is to be. Anything that gives proof that this isn't all. For this- what we have here, is excruciatingly painful to exist in.

Give me places to escape to and alternate realities to believe in. That is the only way I know to exist and not to crumple and break down to pieces.

[tessasclockworkangel]

Am I a person? Or am I just a bunch of my favorite quotes glued together?

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

Please reblog, this is so important.

[notoriousthuggg]

I needed this

[amuseinherfeels]

Is this foreal?

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

Yes it’s a real service. I do volunteer work for a rape crisis support service in my city and texting is one of the features we provide as well. But just to boost its credibility, I tried it myself:

[thatdiva]

reblog to save lives!

[if-i-onlyhadabrain]

REBLOG

😭 Thank you.

[dandelionkicker]

Wow. Thanks

[its-allgoodbabybaby]

I’m a crisis counselor with this service. It is for real and we do care.

Please know we want to help and you are NOT alone.

Feel free to DM me here too anonymous or not.

[magpie-69]

And for the UK….

[thornsnthistles-deactivated2024]

❤ Please share ☝️

[instructor144]

Always a reblog.

[painfullysensible]

In Canada the main text line is 45645, and more number and hotlines, such as province specific lines or the Kids Help phone are available here: https://www.crisisservicescanada.ca/en/text-us/

[nix-rising]

imma just send a link to this post to myself so i dont lose it

cause i will lose it

[flamecat55]

always share

[ash-prt-time-simp-ful-time-hott]

I’ve personally used this multiple times, they are very patient and kind.

It’s anonymous and if you don’t want to share about the situation and just want a distraction, they do that too.

[hungryfictions]

sandra cisneros, the house on mango street / tatyana nilovna yablonskaya - morning, 1954 / anatoly levitin- warm day, 1957 / harry sutton palmer - a cottage garden, 20th c. / phoebe bridgers, i know the end / sarah abraham - one fine morning, 2013 / theo gosselin - denver morning 5, 2015 / gaston bachelard, the poetics of space / federico zandomeneghi - in bed, 1878 / laura ingalls wilder /colley wisson- morning light kyneton australia, 21st c. / @gabi_wahl on instagram / lauren jolly roberts - cecile’s garden, 2006 / maya angelou, all god’s children need traveling shoes

[meangirlnurse]

in real life you will probably not respond to harassment in a sexy, clever, scripted way where you come out with the upper hand and everyone claps. you will freeze up and your moment will pass, or your voice will shake when you tell them to stop and you’ll realize two minutes later that you’re gross and sweaty and sticky from the adrenaline. maybe you’ll be on the ball and answer in a way you actually think is pretty smart and get ignored, or they’ll get more aggressive when you mouth off to them. you almost never will walk away feeling victorious. you walk away feeling uncomfortable and relieved that it’s over. you’ll think about it later and imagine that maybe you could have said something else. maybe you’ll feel ashamed that you weren’t quicker-witted, weren’t able to cut them down to size, weren’t able to avoid that lingering sick feeling in the pit of your stomach, as though there’s some kind of magical words you could have said that would have left you feeling less powerless. there really aren’t. 

[gwynndolynnequincy-deactivated2]

Honestly this is such an important lesson to learn. If someone threatens, belittles, or verbally assaults you, you will likely feel bad, no matter how you respond. Please don’t beat yourself up for feeling emotions that are perfectly healthy and justified. 

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn't they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo, White Noise

[keeping-up-with-the-blacks]

James: hey sirius

James: Are you still angry that I got a better grade in potions than you

Sirius: YES

James: aw come on

James: don’t be madfoot

[a-poets-darling]

"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another."

Charles Dickens

[aurora-antebellum]

[sunfortune]

“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favourite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”

— Jamie Campbell Bower (via dailyjamiebower)

[modern-wilde]

A piece of my heart is a mature heartbroken woman who denies all forms of love and another piece of my heart is a young hopeful girl who is still waiting for the love letters she will never receive.