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@memsysiah
Love really is just "I'm thinking of you. I will ask you if you are okay. I remember your favorite flavor of tea. I want to talk to you. I hope your mother is well. I will read to you. I like your laugh. I want to help you. I will sit next to you. I got you the chocolate you like. Your eyes have gold in them. I think you'd like this book. I miss you when you aren't here." isn't it?
– Via "becherdireinen" on Tumblr
when you see someone, and i mean really see someone, you see the child in them. you see their vulnerability and which parts of that child were wounded back then. and which parts are still there.
„i am willing to look through the shell you build to protect yourself. i see that little boy who was abused by his father. i know now, why physical affection is your love language. let me hold you and that child in you forever.“
— clarice lispector, the stream of life
“I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for?”
— Stephanie Lennox, I Don’t Remember You
“A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.”
— Lisa Kleypas
"So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, am fluent in silence."
– R. Arnold
"I'm a master of speaking silently—all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence."
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky
im actually really suffering mentally from exhaustion. no motivation to do anything no more, im empty.
any amount of love given will never be love wasted any amount of love given will never be love wasted any amount of love given will never be love wasted
"The language of flowers and silent things."
– Charles Baudelaire, from Elevation; Fleurs Du Mal (tr. by William Aggeler), 1857
— Albert Camus, The Possessed
[ Text ID: Yes, be patient with me. My heart is heavy. ]
“If we’re going to talk, then let’s talk. Forget about what is polite or proper and delve right into what is sincere and honest. Lead me down through the labyrinth of your true, spectacular self. I am not interested in pleasantries. If you want a conversation, then let’s get lost.”
— Beau Taplin
