Notes from the bathroom floor.

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[perlmuttbluete]

you can love someone

and still neglect them

so completely

that they begin to wonder

if being loved

has ever meant

being cared for at all

-Notes from the bathroom floor

[saudadebunny]

[thoughtkick]

“You were never created to feel depressed, unwanted, alone or ashamed. You were created to love and to be loved, and to feel that you are worthy and are valuable.”

— Unknown

[saudadebunny]

[feelingsoftheday]

all i want right now is a warm hug and to let everything out through tears

[crimsolyn]

[eman-emm]

[pmamtraveller]

By Elly Smallwood

[quoteastic]

I hope you fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and I hope you feel at home when you look at them.

[paper-wounds]

[perlmuttbluete]

-Notes from the bathroom floor // The weight of the stars

[perlmuttbluete]

And I will hate the universe for creating a person who can almost feel like you without ever being you.

-Notes from the bathroom floor

[thoughtcascades]

i keep waiting for life to calm down like it didn’t learn this behavior from me

[poetrydystopian]

"I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it" - Franz Kafka

[perlmuttbluete]

i miss you a little more on the days the world remembers how easy i am to bruise.

those were always the days i came back to you, placing every cracked piece of myself into your hands as if they had always known how to hold me.

god, how desperately i want to tell you about my day.

to watch your face break into laughter at the ridiculous things only i could manage to do.

i ache to steal another one of your beautiful blouses, pretending i would give it back while secretly hoping it would forever smell like you.

i want to sit behind you and brush my fingers through your impossibly long hair, telling you, again, please don't dye it brown. it already carries every shade of home.

there are so many ordinary moments that became sacred only after you were gone.

grief, you cruel monster. it doesn't only steal the grand things.

it steals the conversations that never happened, the laughter that never reached the room, the sister i still instinctively reach for.

i miss you.

i miss the place where my heart didn't have to defend itself.

i miss my sister.

-Notes from the bathroom floor // Charlotte.

[perlmuttbluete]

you looked at the garden and saw a single leaf out of place. i saw the whole spring disappear.

-Notes from the bathroom floor // what remains of me, when i am not perfect?

[perlmuttbluete]

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