(Almost) Everything I Wish I'd Said

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Love always wakes the dragon And suddenly, flames everywhere

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Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me.

John Green

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[tblaberge]

Sometimes you feel so deeply that you begin to wonder if anyone will understand the depths of your heart, the range of emotions that go on behind the scenes of your face. The chaos of ideas and struggles, the ever moving cycle of what if’s and why’s that seem to entangle you in a net that never seems to go away. So you feel all the pain of those around you, you remember the ache that has lived inside you for as long as you can remember, and you wait for someone to come along and look at you, saying “You are familiar, and I want to get to know you again.” This is what we all want, to be seen and known, to be loved deeply as we feel deeply. To breathe and exhale without the fear that someone will leave when we have turned our back. We want a love that is as steady as our own breathing, and as life-giving as the air we take in. Hold on, dear heart, hold on for the one who will see you, and know you. Who will love you with a love that is familiar; because our hearts have known too many strangers who have tried to call our hearts a pitstop, when it is a home, waiting for someone to find their way to a place that is safe.

T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m still learning at 25 (via tblaberge)

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Richard Siken, (Black Telephone)

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I don’t want to fabricate a perfect love anymore. I just want to live a little better. To not be hurt anymore, and to not hurt others. I don’t like it that there’s so much wounding in the world. If there persists in being so much wounding in the world, I don’t want to live in it. My need for true love isn’t so important now. The important thing is to lead a life where no one can wound me anymore.

Qiu Miaojin, Last Words from Montmartre. (via batarde)

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Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

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One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65 you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find–– is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.

Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth” (via bl-ossomed)

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I’ve been Letting Go of Things Just To Hear Them Break

I want this to hurt, so I go home and lay down and count how many times he stares at my mouth when I wear lipstick. When I don’t. I mark my calendar, circle the important dates. Let him cradle my name in his mouth like scripture and do not tell him to stop. Because I need to work on my alone, I have made sure that I know what it looks like when he walks away from me. Sometimes, I wonder how anyone can look at me and not see how lit up I am with longing. I touch the places on my body that ache and try to rename them. How do I train my heart to heel like a good dog? None of this is love but there are days where I miss him so much that the blood is pumping good and strong in my legs. I do not want to stay except to stay.

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