In another universe, someone will love me the way that I am and speak to me softly when I make a mistake.
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In another universe, someone will love me the way that I am and speak to me softly when I make a mistake.
Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Retroactive jealousy”
[Text ID: “Someday I’ll care for something / without wanting to close a door behind it.”]
Vicente Aleixandre, from Sound of the War; A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems, 1979
Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “To take back a life”
[Text ID: “the hunger to be held, to be wanted, to / be called from the streets like the family / dog. You are not a good girl. You are not / somebody’s otherness.”]
- j (x)
in another universe, i have the physical love and affection that i yearn for in this one.
‘everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it’ is cute and all til u have bpd and go genuinely psychotic when someone abandons you
reincarnation
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Anna Haifisch
me a year ago: who are you me now: im you but weaker
I WASN’T A BAD DOG
I WAS A SCARED DOG
Antony Gormley
Loose Earth series
rationally i know that losing touch with people is completely normal and a part of growing old. yet, whenever i lose a friend for whatever reason, i can't help but blame myself. for not being better, for not being enough. cause when something happens repeatedly, you can't help but think that maybe you are the problem. maybe you don't deserve friends or companionship cause you are a shit human being who can't control her words or her thoughts. you deserve this loneliness instead. these feelings can't be explained but when they hit, they hit fucking hard and leave you unable to think about anything else.
I see you in the cracks where flowers grow. I see you in the colors after the sun kissed the clouds. I see you in the stars that bring light to our darkness. I see you in the moon, as a lover and friend who is always by my side. I see you wherever love creates a home and beautifies it.