āSometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that thereās no room for the present at all.ā
ā Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
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āSometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that thereās no room for the present at all.ā
ā Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
Ada Limón interviewed by Lauren LeBlanc
Mary Oliver
Stig Dagerman, A Moth to a Flame (Burnt Child) (trans. Benjamin Mier-Cruz)
[Text ID: āIt is not true that a burnt child dreads the fire. It is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It knows that when it goes near it, it will burn itself again. Still, it gets too close.ā]
āBehind every strong person lies a broken child who had to learn to stand up and take no shit.ā
ā lonerwolf
bell hooks, All About Love
How cool would it be if I didnāt have the constant fear of being left
āThereās no point in arguing and loving someone who doesnāt want to be with you and doesnāt want to keep you in his life.. the real person will try harder to reach out and work for the best and whatās supposed to be done to their relationship.. but things are not so good this time, itās time to try letting go.ā
ā Ressha
āThese memories of you donāt feel like home anymore.ā
ā9:42 PM
I miss you so much but I now understand you never really loved me back. And in a sense I feel free and like I can finally breathe again. But god does it hurt each time I take a breath.