Grace & Sorrow

Katherine (Kat), 27

[myonlywayoutofhere]

“The distance between us will never stop me from loving you”

- Day 348

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

[gigi-b]

God forbid a girl be both whimsical and full of rage

[mournfulroses]

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[rapunzelie]

I don’t necessarily work ‘better under pressure’, I just literally will not work until I am under the extreme pressure of time constraints created by my own unnecessary procrastination

[guiltygirl]

concept: my eating patterns are normal. i am solid and present. my mind never leaves me in the middle of the day. i am capable of focusing and smiling. nothing is wrong.

[puppetwithapistol-deactivated20]

I say no worries a lot for someone who worries 101% of the time

[ofallthingsbrightandbeautiful]

“It seems like every time I sit down to write about our bodies, I spin us something holy: our moans turned scripture, our mouths flooded with communion wine. I want to take you by the hips and build our gospel. Except, I wonder if I’m afraid to name you without the metaphor: like the honeysuckle holy of you would burn my tongue if I took it in vain. See, you leave sunspots on my vision. Your hands are softer than any altar and twice as sacred. Your mouth keeps me up at night, even when you are two cities over. Even when it’s been days without you in my bed. Even then. See, there is heat. And there is friction. And then there’s us, and we are something else, altogether. Some kind of burning. But you have never been all-consuming. You have never been Almighty. You are a pair of hands I never want to let go of, and maybe that’s its own religion, but maybe it isn’t. Maybe, I can still come to you on hands and knees, and it doesn’t have to be a kind of praying. It could be my mouth and your thighs, and the way you moaning my name splits the quiet. Maybe we don’t have to be a pocket of heaven to be just as beautiful. So, if I become more choir than angel, if you become more tenement than temple, if we stop trying so hard to be so sacred, we might find that heaven was never as gorgeous as we are.”

— SACRILEGE REDUX by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[ofallthingsbrightandbeautiful]

“Why would the universe go through all that trouble to bring us together, to only make us strangers again in the end?”

— Anonymous (via skinny-pizza)

[ofallthingsbrightandbeautiful]

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past few months it’s that no one and I mean no one in the world is going to keep dragging you out of bed on your bad days and no one is going to be patient enough to wait for your anxiety attack to be over so you can say what’s on your mind. You, you have to love yourself enough to do these things. Life, you have to want it so bad. Only you can stop wasting your own time. 
My doctor said don’t waste your youth and my teacher told me to stop staring walls and just do something and my best friend, she said staying in bed is easier yes , but what’s the point? You can’t let your feelings swallow you. 
And you see, you can repeat those words in your head over and over but what’s the point if you stay still at the same exact point where your feet tripped ? 
Take one little step. For you, for me just do something”

— Yara, Notes to You (via wordsnquotes)

[ofallthingsbrightandbeautiful]

“I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.”

— Mary Kate Teske (via wordsnquotes)

[ofallthingsbrightandbeautiful]

“I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I’m tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that’s been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?”

— Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife (via wordsnquotes)

[skellydun]

sunday nights can be hard but just know that everything will turn out alright. this is gonna be your week. you’re gonna own it. you’ll get what you need done and something great is gonna happen. just u see. you got this.

[breakup]

[ofallthingsbrightandbeautiful]

“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via theliteraryjournals)

[ofallthingsbrightandbeautiful]

“I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when I lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other; for those were some of the best times of my life.”

— Unknown (via thelovejournals)

[taoszma-deactivated20180417]

you have to admit there are some joys in life that can only be felt due to hardship. a common example is steaming hot showers. it takes a cold day, or a sickness, for someone to experience the joy of a hot shower. you can’t enjoy it in the heat. then there’s the joy of a fulfilling sleep, often achieved through a tiring day. and there’s the joy of a reunion, achieved through separation. and there are many more examples. sometimes difficulty carries a special range of joys and that’s something to be thankful about.

[existential-celestial]

difficulty carries a special range of joys