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“You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”
— A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh
“No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t.”
— Stephen King, The Stand
Not ignoring, just protecting my peace.
“If it’s still in your mind, it is still in your heart.”
— Paulo Coelho
Love shouldn’t feel like waiting for someone to notice you’re hurting.
“I wonder if someone has ever thought of me so much at night that they couldn’t sleep.”
— Unknown
saw the moon and thought of you
i guess
empty promises taste
better than empty bottles
.
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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
I am becoming unsightly.
I want to sleep beneath willow trees
and hold my breath beneath the water.
I am becoming undone ;
feral heartbeat, pitter patter,
soft pads of coyote feet
across desert dirt,
the whole world brown and jagged.
I am becoming exhausted.
Metronome tick, tock.
Holding my own hand
on the train home.
Where did the years go?
Who has been living inside my skin?
I did not watch enough clouds.
I did not keep the things
that rested softly against my ribs.
I carried too long
what bruised my knuckles.
Here I am—
half human,
half god,
wading into the stream
forgetting which one
learned to drown first.
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Iɴ dυe тιмe. yoυr тιмe dυe.
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“Someone who truly loves you, sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, and how hard you can be to handle, but still wants you.”
— Unknown