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There are parts of you that want the sadness. Find them out. Ask them why.
Yrsa Daley-Ward (via hiddenshores)
It isn't always all about the sunshine, sometimes the clouds make the sky.
Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.
Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)
I've searched the deep recesses of your words Tried climbing through the tiny window that is you Stood high upon a bluff looking down Eye to eye snaked across the ground. But sad to say to no avail I am afraid Obviously, there was nothing to be found.
silent moans of winters past
time stretching long and lean
another summer fallen
between the cracks.
a floral sundress
a bare shoulder peeks
and her laugh dissolves
into the ashes.
Lately all my pictures are screenshots
And photos of the sky at sunset.
The world is too fast, too hard, too bright
And I keep cutting myself on its sharp edges.
I lay in my bed and count the
Stars that I’ve thrown on the ceiling.
Too many faces and tongues and hearts
Eyes open but I’m still asleep–
I’m always lonely in a crowd.
Which woman is it that you write about?
she’s an illusion, gentle, tangible; a snowflake, water in my palms—
time slips away and I do nothing I want nothing more than to feel connected
maybe I have gotten not so great again but I am not a failure. I know that good days will come and I just have to take it one day at a time. healing and growing is always a process and I am okay with continuing with it throughout my life. I will get better, there are good days to come.
“Making people believe the unbelievable is no trick; it’s work. … Belief and reader absorption come in the details: An overturned tricycle in the gutter of an abandoned neighborhood can stand for everything.” —Stephen King
Sitting out back.
Buddha Walking Among The Flowers, 1905
Odilon Redon
for you, time stands still and I am left to grow old clutching albums
Midnight Rider by The Allman Brothers Band
I'm not sure what it takes some days. motivation slips between my fingers pools around my lifeless body, and I haven't the energy to lift my head to keep from drowning.