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âIt was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.â
â Elizabeth Kostova
âThe ones who notice the storms in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart are the ones you need to let in.â
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âStarved for affection, terrified of abandonment, I began to wonder if sex was really just an excuse to look deeply into another human beingâs eyes.â
â Douglas Coupland, Generation X
Gold Coast, Australia after Tropical Cyclone Marcia
Jem Salmon
But mostly Iâm angry at myself.
Iâm angry at every word that comes out of my mouth, and every single move I make, every glance I sneak, and every little tear that falls out of my eyes.
And no, I donât hate myself. I have this raging sea of fury inside me that I, and only I, have caused myself.
I am what anger is made of, let me be.
âIâm trying really hard to not act how I feel.â
-impulse
Fond
He makes my heart grow fond of the things I didnât think I would have ever been able to catch myself thinking of.
Fond of the sky, fond of the sea. Fond of the moon & the stars, and all that is in between.
âBare Rootsâ by Molly S. Hillery
As time goes by, they say it becomes less difficult; how would they know? Have they been where I am? Do they feel what I feel?
They donât. They only pretend so they some day, maybe just some hell of a day, itâll get easier and they can scream âI told you so.â
Sometimes, the pain of love is more fulfilling than the ache of loneliness.
Lonely