How do we soften the weight of carrying coffins?

Toronto,

[o-g-loko16]

Say "hello" to looking-forward for me If I could set your mind at ease This will last forever And when it doesn't, love it for what it is Don't miss it the way I do The way I used to If you love it, love it for what it's been Don't miss it Don't wish it back Don't wish it'd last 'cause if it doesn't Love it for what it is Don't miss it the way I do Don't miss it Don't miss it the way I miss you

[o-g-loko16]

Dont shut down on me now Dont shut down on me Dont wait until I drown to save me from me Good night Chicago, good night Chicago, I killed a man to make you love me

[rae-laxing-deactivated20230319]

“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.”

— Beau Taplin (via naturaekos)

[ouc-h-deactivated20180811]

hard to swallow pill: not every person u care about is gonna care about u in the same lengths, ur capacity to love n care isnt for every one of them

[caffeinateddreamworld]

“Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries, took the bus home, carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment and cooked myself dinner. You and I may have different definitions of a good day. This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill, worked 60 hours between my two jobs, only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks and slept like a rock. Flossed in the morning, locked my door, and remembered to buy eggs. My mother is proud of me. It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course. She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale” with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs” But she is proud. See, she remembers what came before this. The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles, how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks. She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide. These were the bad days. My life was a gift that I wanted to return. My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs. Depression, is a good lover. So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you. And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world, That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting. It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created. Today, I slept in until 10, cleaned every dish I own, fought with the bank, took care of paperwork. You and I might have different definitions of adulthood. I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college, but I don’t speak for others anymore, and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for. And my mother is proud of me. I burned down a house of depression, I painted over murals of greyscale, and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live But today, I want to live. I didn’t salivate over sharp knives, or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge. I just cleaned my bathroom, did the laundry, called my brother. Told him, “it was a good day.”

—

A Good Day (Kait Rokowski)

I can’t stop thinking of this and how relevant it is to my life. Also how much I don’t mind it.

(via kreepjoint)

[o-g-loko16]

I had such a big heart before I met you.

[o-g-loko16]

ifonlyuknewifonlyuknewifonlyuknewifonlyuknew

[o-g-loko16]

Ever go through life walking the thin line of sanity? Have you ever seen the points in which you could lose your mind?

[moonwalkerandthedragon-deactiva]

Pink Floyd - The Wall // 1982

“On the simplest level, whenever something bad happens, he [Pink] isolates himself a bit more — i.e., symbolically he adds another brick to his wall to protect himself.” - Roger Waters

[liikeahummingbiird]

Current read - borrowed this from a friend. How have I not read a single Vonnegut book yet!? Well, I’m a fan. Definitely will be checking more of his books out!

[beskt]

Journal page.

[dopy]

[blossomfully]

Learn which parts of yourself to give away and which to keep,“ she said, “often we give away too much in our haste to be loved, then regret it when we realise we will never get it back.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #293  (via blossomfully)

[o-g-loko16]

what changes the perspective of your life as you push through each day? is it the longing for more than what you have currently? or just a sudden realization that the way you thought it would be and the way that it is are so far apart you can't even remember when the two roads diverged. though you continue down this path you struggle to find a new way from the broken pieces of what was once whole and now is lost. when will you reach the end.

[joshuafanning-deactivated201901]

[that-edm-life]

[angiellehcim]

That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

(via angiellehcim)