everyday i go and pick up a handful of wild rose petals that have fallen and i put them in a little dish on my nightstand and wake up to the smell of flowers
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everyday i go and pick up a handful of wild rose petals that have fallen and i put them in a little dish on my nightstand and wake up to the smell of flowers
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
i finally put it into words
Ōtomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume, from a poem titled "Like the sedge of sun-dominated Naniwa," featured in Japanese Women Poets: An Anthology
washing seashells and crying while i talk to my mom about my feelings. oh my sweet cancer placements </3
youll be inside someones bones youll have them flesh out their oldest memories in the palm of your hand and then something happens (it always does) and you might not feel them like that for a long time
im such a coward
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everyday i wake up and speedrun the stages of grief, my coping muscles never get a rest day
went to put a bowl out to catch rain water and ended up standing out in the thunderstorm for five minutes
Detail from the portrait "Doña Gertrudis de Compte y de Bruga, Widow of Sarda Molins" (1772–1850) by Vicente López y Portaña.
i want to crumple up and cry in someones arms
summers night air coming in through the window above my bed and it feels like being in love for the first time again