I do not exist in moderation.

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I do not exist in moderation.
"I wish that the rest of the people on earth with us were capable of living up to your expectations.”
“you have worked so hard for a life so grand. and now all you want are the smallest freedoms.”
“you do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until someone stands behind you and says, “It’s OK, you can fall down now, I’ll catch you.”
I need a place to dump quotes I read in books that hurt me so here’s to somewhat reviving this thing
When Anaïs Nin said “I don’t want worship. I want understanding,” and when George Orwell said “Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood,” and when Marina Tsvetaeva said “In my early childhood, for as long as I can remember, I thought that I wanted to be loved. Now I know and tell everyone: I don’t need love, I need understanding.”
Lale Müldür, tr. by Murat Nemet, from “Virgin Mary’s Smoke,” featured in Eda: An Anthology of Contemporary Turkish Poetry
I assure you, I am not put together at all. Nor am I broken. I am recovering - finding the beautiful in the ugly and stitching it into my life.
Rachel Wolchin (via wnq-anonymous)
Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Langston Hughes, from Selected Poems; “Quietness,”
I hope.
dear brain shut up pls
telling abuse victims & sufferers of trauma that “everything happens for a reason” and saying what they went through has made a victim stronger is really belittling. im sure people who say this have good intentions usually but please be aware of what you say. none of us deserve/deserved the abuse we went through and it didn’t make us stronger. it made us numb, angry, depressed, etc and now we have to deal with the pain probably for the rest of our lives.