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[asoftwrongness]

#47

[gothredy]

[becherdireinen]

trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.

[saying]

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

You were never mine, but I was always yours.

k.b. // sombr - i wish i knew how to quit you

[skylark-234]

My heart recognizes love, yet my soul is sentenced to solitude. I wander among lovers like a shadow—seen, but untouched. For I am not unfeeling… I am simply banished from being held.

[nothingspecialjustasoul]

It kills me inside when I think I have to act cold to protect myself knowing I'm the sweetest and clingiest soul you'd ever meet.

[thepeacefulgarden]

[andreativej]

I hope you miss me as much as I miss you. I hope it pains you as much as it pains me. I hope you too are unable to shake off the feeling that fate has gotten it wrong with us. I hope you too have resorted to seeing life as a conglomeration of circumstances that can lead us back to each other.

But I can only hope. I can only dream. I can only wish. I can only get down on my knees and pray. Pray it all meant something. Pray this merciful, all-powerful, all-knowing God they speak of knows what he’s doing. Pray this suffering comes with an expiration date. Pray there is a prize to be won for having endured all of this torment despite having lost the race.

For I fear a million days will have passed and I will have crawled to the end of the world by then, and in my dying breath my heart will rejoice, thinking perhaps this will be a good excuse to invite you back into my life.

I fear I will never stop being on my knees, unsure of whether I’m begging to be released to you or from you.

[diaryyun]

I may forgive but I won't forget when you blamed me for the chaos I did not create. And every flower you pass through, will be my letters to you from the graveyard, where you buried me with your silence.

–Page from Strings, 117.–

[diaryyun]

[thebluewaitingroom]

This is my sign to stop taking everything as a sign.

- I’ll try my best to leave you behind.

[cityofstarsinlove]

my pointe shoes hurt, but nothing else can keep my feet warm.

and you hurt, but no one else can keep my heart warm.

[nixscriptum]

my inner child ; I am her, grown wild.

[lilllium]

—Roxane Beth Johnson, from Blues For Almsot Forgotten Music

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[decomposedmaw]

catching peace instead of fish

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