faded scars

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don't Know Your Name,”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don't Know Your Name,”

[paper-wounds]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Bertrand Russell, from “What Desires Are Politically Important?” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— octobersfilm on substack (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[angelpuponline]

[crimsolyn]

[intermitentes-blog]

Un "lo siento" no cambia el dolor que provocaron tus palabras

[paper-wounds]

[a-mind-in-ruins]

I asked myself if this is how I want to be loved for the rest of my life. If the silence, the minimal effort, and the constant feeling of being unseen were all I would ever get. I realized love shouldn't feel like begging for small pieces of care.

Little by little, something in me became tired. Not angry, not bitter but just tired.

Tired of waiting. Tired of making excuses for things that kept hurting me. That was the moment I slowly started to let go.

I understood that staying where I felt unvalued would only teach my heart to accept less than it deserves.

[dariann-garcia]

Quiero ser el regreso que no necesita excusas. Solo pido eso.

—Dariann.

[excitementshewrote]

[loqueescribo7]

Nunca entendí como alguien puede decir que eres lo mejor que le ha pasado y hacerte sentir como si no valieras nada.

[corredordelaberintos]

[takemewithyouu]

[inkandheartbreak]

It feels like the ocean has a hold of me, pulling me under — this weight of heartbreak, is drowning me slowly.

deep below © All Rights Reserved — Jai

[dariann-garcia]

Qué raro debe ser querer tanto a alguien que dormir abrazados ya parezca una forma completa de decir «te amo».

—Dariann.