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[honeyjelli]

*buys something online*

wow it sure is good to have a reason to live again

[thoughtkick]

“And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath (via thoughtkick)

[heartshop]

“Always this feeling of being “too much” for them—a creature from another planet— so I would try to scale myself down to size, so that I could be apprehend-able by (lovable by) them.”

— Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks 1947-1963

[appleday]

[thoughtkick]

“You have to love somebody that much to also hate them that much, too.”

— Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (via resqectable)

[thoughtkick]

“I should be sleeping. But I’m thinking of you. I’m always thinking about you.”

— Igor Henrique, I think about you all the time. (via thoughtkick)

[thoughtkick]

“I have never known who or what I am supposed to be. The only thing I know for sure, is that I am supposed to be more than I have been.”

— William Chapman (via resqectable)

[woodsandnature]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Somewhere I had lost someone– so dear or so great or so fine that I never cared again: as if time dimmed, and color and sound were gone.”

— William Stafford, from “Looking Across the River,” The Darkness Around Us Is Deep: Selected Poems, ed. Robert Bly (HarperPerenial, 1993)

[thoughtkick]

“‘We’ve known each other forever,’ she said. ‘I can hardly remember not knowing you. It’s hard to remember the days before you. I don’t even know if there were any.’”

— David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars (via thoughtkick)

[modernlies]

[loveamongthesailors]

this book cover is EVERYTHING 

[seansavestheworld-deactivated20]

“Just because i carry it well does not mean it is not heavy ”

‐unknown

[kriewitz-deactivated20210322]

“i am here”, 2018

[bloodworksbloodwords]

“I’ve stopped asking this body to be anything other than what it already is.”

— things I need from myself

[paigeypaige19]

“There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

[grief-observed]

“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”

— John Irving